Each and every day we write
Without paper or the written word.
Our lives become our sacred stories
and we alone are the author.
Filling our moments with mindless busyness...
Living our days in a fog...
Being unaware of all our moments...
Makes our beloved stories one dimensional.
For our story to be vivid
We must live fully, purposefully, prayerfully.
Listen to forgiveness, unleash our joy
Ask for that which we need
Without apology, embarrassment, or over explanation.
Give freely, joyously, without any reservation
Or the giving is in vain.
Have courage and share our hearts.
Laugh uproariously, smile with our eyes.
Be authentic in all we do.
Remembering that every story worth reading
Must contain both joy and sorrow.
The shadows that will sometimes cover
Twist... turn...then explode with light.
Each and every story is different
Unique to the person who writes.
So comparisons are pointless and fruitless.
For our story...is OUR story.
No one else can write it.
No one else can live it.
Today as I wake and wander
I anchor myself with the belief
That awareness coupled with abiding faith
Will help my story come alive
With a sense of wonder and awe.
On this day I will choose
To own my captivating, precious story.