She begins… then understands that her finishing lines for every race are her starting points.
She walks down the roads of her life, meets different circumstances that enhance her beliefs, teaching her new things about herself.
She evolves.
She grows.
It is not a process, it is a journey. Like a nightmare that becomes a sweet dream, and then a nightmare again. She wanted to find easier paths – without the rocks that gave her blisters, but this is what the universe had planned for her - for her to BE this way, and this way alone.
As she met so many stories along the way she kept the tune in her heart playing and her mind danced to it. She can be so many things – a mother, a daughter, a teacher, a child, a girl, a woman; she can be a war, she can find peace; she likes to remember, she cannot forget; she plays a relay race with herself – running back and forth between dreams, realities, ideas, and needs…
She owns the paints, holds the brush, and the canvas belongs to her too. She will show you how she sees the perfect. Pay attention - you'll see all her colours in black and white.
She walks down the roads of her life, meets different circumstances that enhance her beliefs, teaching her new things about herself.
She evolves.
She grows.
It is not a process, it is a journey. Like a nightmare that becomes a sweet dream, and then a nightmare again. She wanted to find easier paths – without the rocks that gave her blisters, but this is what the universe had planned for her - for her to BE this way, and this way alone.
As she met so many stories along the way she kept the tune in her heart playing and her mind danced to it. She can be so many things – a mother, a daughter, a teacher, a child, a girl, a woman; she can be a war, she can find peace; she likes to remember, she cannot forget; she plays a relay race with herself – running back and forth between dreams, realities, ideas, and needs…
She owns the paints, holds the brush, and the canvas belongs to her too. She will show you how she sees the perfect. Pay attention - you'll see all her colours in black and white.
- JB
3 comments:
Dear Ms JaneBravo- Ive been an ardent fan of your blogs, and like all cynics contained myself from complimenting. But this piece, this short collection of words is just too much perfection to digest in a day and not say something. I measure the success of a writer if he can make you walk in his shoes, coming from a woman, you made a man walk barefoot actually feeling the rocks under his feet. Itll be a sin if I stay silent. So I say this with measured words your piece is better than brilliant & You are not ceasing to surprise me -who are you is all I can say to myself when I finished Smoke has substance.
Thank you, Mr Cynic.
I didn't know I had an ardent fan.
And thank you Ms Jane Bravo for briefly knowing me. I will bid Adiós on my favorite piece of yours. Since you surprised me by not liking what I said especially being a writer I will not impose myself further. I want to bid a gentleman's farewell & hope evolves, grows & the process that she calls a journey finds her happiness all the way till the end.
Adiós amigo
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