@247Writes

I write to honor those who died fo the ideas I care about. Their stories. our stories. Truth, Time, and Treachery woven into the fabric of perception I hope to examine with the hope that those who came before and are not and will be after I’m gone see the thread between us. 

Doris Kearns Goodwin.  “Leadership in Troubled Times”

I’m content to know writing feeds my spirit. Finding truth to share -- or at least what I learn to be true -- connects me with the universe. I’ve found peace in it I didn’t know existed. 

@taylorswift  I caught this photo one year on vacation. Just sitting on the beach, and these two lovebirds walked by hand-in-hand. They waded out together the same way. It was a love story right in front of me. Just about 20 minutes, but their story lasts with me to this day. #Lover #ButIWantThemAll Just a lovely pair of lovers. 

Got caught up in speaking the perfect words to describe a summer day that seemed to have always existed and every shall exist. Ran to get the words into my book. the moment and my novel came together perfectly. Forever. That feeling!

What we become as a reaction is not who we are but what we are. How to reconcile what we become with who we are is the journey of life. Reacting instead of acting is often perilous. Yet for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Consequence. Waves of reaction ripple in my life. In turn, others’ react to my action. Is the action who I am or what I am? 

Phases in life bring one to her knees. Not phases like casual flings -- phases like planetary, gravitational shifts and pulls. She ascends. She falls. She embraces. She combats. She, I, Me. One rarely has the choice of which role she has to assume. I’ve believed most of my life that love and kindness would win. I’ve seen the women of my family in all the phases. My heart is breaking. My armor is on today. What life asks of me is taking my true love away. It is my life’s love. He has betrayed our sacred trust. I may be alone by being brave. Even if I wanted to stay, as a mom, I don’t have that luxury. I could stay in my lover’s arms knowing he has broken me and our vows, but I don't have that luxury. “... the taste of his lips is my idea of luxury,” and that’s just it. I can’t afford it anymore. I want it but can’t have it because the price to my life and my son’s is too high. #TheArcher comes along at a time when I understand one is not either or but both at once. It asks everything. It isn’t what one wants. It is what is. “Easy they come, easy they go” is anything but easy. It is the hardest part -- the highest price, but she keeps going. I keep going. Being strong has gotten me everywhere and nowhere, but it’s where I am. This isn’t a declaration of self-pity. It is awareness. The path that is “Me” includes happiness as well as this desolation and loneliness. “I’m the only one of me.” I love me, but I’m lonely. I can hope he is strong enough to find his way back to me, but I can’t make him do it. “I promise that you’ll never find another like me,” but my knowing my worth doesn’t make missing him less painful. #IStandWithTaylor because no matter where I am in life, her songwriting cuts to the truth of existence. Whether playful or punishingly prescient, she’s not afraid to expose the truth of her insights. We get it. She gets it. #BeBrave #TheBestMe #ISeeRightThroughMe #Easytheycomeeasytheygo #combat #me #kingofmyheart #Me

Ethel Barrymore

#TheBestMe takes time to look for shapes in the clouds. The Best Me sees flaws as part of the beauty of life, learns, but let’s go of a perfection that never existed. The Best Me rolls with the breeze as it shapes the present. 

#TheBestMe #Ocean #PeaceofMind

#TheBestMe #waves #Music

#TheBestMe #BeBrave