My life has taken many turns, as it has so many times. This is for you-reader- but mostly for me and I guess for all those who try to make sense when sometimes it's not so obvious.
In 2007 I wrote about a visit to Los Angeles with my then boyfriend. In 2007 I wrote about cold Boston and leaving a city which I loved in the pursuit of another love. Yes it was cold. Cambridge was cold. We lived on HBS (Harvard Business School) Campus. I could write an entire blog about that experience but I'll leave it at that for now. I must make a point here; although there has been a distance between me and this blog page, I have never ceased to write. I have many thick diaries with lot's of thoughts, poetry, melodies, stories, travel adventures which I have written and hidden somewhere along the way. I mean hidden literally and in both sense of the word.
This writing habit began at a very very early age. I believe I beggan writing when I was eleven years old. Mostly poems or some form of semantics. But I am not going to sit here and explain myself in this particular moment.
Back to Boston, it was cold at that time but it became even colder as time went by. From the beginning, before Boston, there was Rio, Caracas, Mexico City, Rio again, Paris, New Orleans, Los Angeles, Cambridge, New York City, Los Angeles again, New Orleans once more and often in between there was Mysore.
I am not talking about travel visits, those are countless. These are cities I have lived in for extended periods of time; some for many years. It's a love story, but also a story of struggles and hardships. An interesting plot with many highs and some lows. Like most stories I assume. There are lot's of beauty, thankfully. However, at times complicated. The inner struggles of the mind trying to make sense in places where perhaps better left alone.
Why so much moving? It was never a choice- well never at first. There are no questions asked when you are four years old about relocating to different time zones. It was my family's job. We had to move and all I could do to survive was move on, which I did. Most of it there was no choice until I grew up and it became my choice to continue that same life style, but how can I blame me when it was all I had ever known. But I do blame myself for the mistakes I have made and would of unmade, if I could.
Today I am here. Exposed. No longer hiding but sharing; to what degree I don't know yet. I have set an intention.
Forgive me if at times I still tuck underneath my sheets.
If I say something it is real. I always speak the truth. I propose to share my experiences past, present and future as the gift of words flow through me onto you. I will do it honestly and simply.
I will share songs I love, poems I admire, places I enjoy and whatever presents itself along the way.
As for me, I can only hope for the gift of words and semantics, it has always been a blessing when around. But I am not the one who decides. Sometimes it takes a while. I humbly submit. When it comes I take it as a Heavenly gift.
Who will this benefit? I am not sure. Perhaps only me. If it touches your soul allow me gratitude.
We all are our experiences and we all grow. I can only speak from my experiences. Hence this is a catalyst of my view of the world.
A seed is needed for a plant to grow and for flowers to blossom. But none of it would happen without consistent watering. Seed germination is a fascinating process, although none would happen without great patience. This is life.
If I had to ask for one thing today it would be to never stop being curious and fascinated.
