New York By M. Wilson
A week in New York dropped me to my knees. Being fully present. Accepting what has been. And trusting what is yet to come.
It truly is all about the timing of everything. Planets aligning, retrograding, spinning, spinning, spinning.
I could be found in the cemetery. Sobbing. The disappointment, the hurt, the pain, the people, my past. Freely letting it all go.
Grasping my journey. And the meaning behind it. Why to write, how to write, when to write, all of it. Becoming so clear.
A spark of ah ha. Turned my painful tears into a burst of laughter. Tears with a new meaning.
Life has purpose, if you let it. Stop attempting to control every f@$&ing aspect of your life.
Set your intentions. Believe, trust, believe, trust. Be open to opportunities. But get out of your own way.
So now weeks later, I look back at my time in the cemetery. With resting souls near a city of restless souls, I find peace inside me.
And a passion that is unstoppable. I shall create the art from my soul in words that set fire to the page