January 7, 2013 Sunrise

11:34 AM Write…a story….Spirit led. Pen follows. About a woman who loved God and all His Creations. So yes she loved people but she was scared too. So she smiled at others, greeted others but didn’t really connect to many (if any) on a deeper level. Hell she didn’t even connect to herself on the deeper level. There’s something about this front window that magnifies things passing by in the corner of her eye – my eye/her eye/ I’m writing a story here. Who cares? Never mind. Just write a story others may or may not care to read. Closing eyes. Within. Hello from within. “She’s nice” anyone might say of her…”but I don’t really know her well. And she didn’t really know many well at all. It was always like that. But never mind, always was about to end for her in this way of being. She had no choice. Ready or NOT, things had to change – OR ELSE. No what’s why’s or how’s – just write it. Things had to change because there simply was no more going on in this way of being. She’d done it all… All the nothing-doing one can do to stay disconnected. It was like sticky tentacles surrounded her and she was going to get pulled right off of her feet – so she may as well look and choose which one it would be. She hoped, as she always did hope, TO KEEP CONTROL. Good luck with that one. Spirit had something big in store for her…she hoped. As she always did hope something big was in store for her. What if she spent all these years keeping control and waiting for that big thing to come along – only to find her destiny was to skip along merrily across the street or down the stream, whatever…just like anybody else. That she was not special at all. As she always did hope she was special. But secretly knew she probably was not special at all. Yet, maybe, just maybe, there was some one unique thing that she was especially created for. And today was going to be the day she would find it. This was going to be the day she would DO IT.