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ANOTHER YOU – PART 2

I cried tears of happiness. I heard Cheryl’s smiling voice. She was beside me every step of the way. My journey would continue. Continue reading

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THROUGH MY MUSIC – PART 2

As I healed and expressed myself through writing and music, I felt serene. My emotions were no longer exploding anymore. It was the intensely satisfying process of songwriting that truly healed me. I was able to easily express my deepest emotions that way; I channeled them into words and melodies. Unfortunately, some of my songs have become very personal; it is far too difficult for me to share them publicly. One day, I know I will. Continue reading

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READY

One of my friends suggested that I could become a grief counselor. However, after thinking about it I decided it doesn’t entice me. I would never accept money for helping someone. It destroys everything about what I am doing, to take money from someone at their lowest point. I prefer to look at myself as helping a lot of people with what I’m doing and in some instances I don’t mind speaking with someone in despair or counseling a family. Buy I will NEVER take money for that. I came home and saw a message on my computer asking me if I could help a family whose child was dying. I was ready.
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SO MANY YEARS WENT BY

There are not many things about being younger that I long for. I far prefer my current life. I also believe feeling doubtful and uncertain is poison to the soul. There is nothing more inspiring for me than believing in myself. I wrote this story; because there were few words to describe the euphoria I felt when I saw my college art teacher, Nancy, after at least twenty years. If I could describe my emotion, it would be amazement that my teacher was certain my future was limitless and success was just around the corner for me. Yesterday, I had that exact same feeling as I faced my former teacher in my studio! She sat in a chair across from me while I serenaded her on my guitar. Upon the walls of my studio were many of my paintings. At the age of fifty-one, I could enjoy the knowledge that all of my artistic ventures came true. Continue reading

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