Why I Share My Words With You.

Sometimes when I need to remember my journey in life, how it's been, what I've done and where I want to go...I read this blog. This blog reflects my growth. It shows me where I was at one point in time and it confronts my reality today. Words, they've learned to measure my growth.  My words have measured the inches between my heart and mind. They've measured the centimeters between my eyes and mouth. They've measured the space between my desires and accomplishments. Words measure my growth between experiences and lessons. 

Most of my blogs share what I've learned and what I aspire in myself and in everyone else; what I cherish, I wish for in others and my hopes in life. These words paint pictures, sketch blueprints, paths and describe my favorite navigation tools that have led me to my destinations and that will lead others to my heart.  

Truth is however, that although I may seem to have everything figured out, when I'm "done" writing, I realize I'm a work in progress. I am also trying to put into practice what I say. But I share with you all because I want to show you what I've got so far. It's my thank you to this world and the people that have shown me how to navigate through this universe of stars, skies, meteors, rains, storms, snow and sunshine- they each have their unique permanency but they also have their particular wonders that last for mere seconds and sometimes a lifetime. 

But there's too much I still don't know.
I'm trying to figure out how to navigate through these spaces.
How to cope with this large universe-
How to read its blueprints, maps, rules and/or lack of rules.
No one way is the right way, not until we walk its different canvases, we get lost in its milky way and we draw our own path.
Until we figure out what our compass is, when we should go north, west, south or east or no where at all.
Until we choose the stars that will guide us and help us find the right path for us.
Until we choose who we want to be.
I may not give you the answers but, I can let you look at my blueprint; I can hand you my compass; I can tell you about the ways to my heart.
You decide if it's right for you.
I share with you the most intimate parts of myself,
The words unsaid.
The look in my eyes,
The feelings that are palpable but words cannot describe.
The smell of my hair,
The fragility of my soul.

Sometimes words fill the empty space between us.
Words are sometimes all we have left to say the indescribable.
But I'm trying.
I'm trying to jump into the ocean,
I'm trying to dive into the waves, into the rush, into the mystery of the unknown.
Although I may be crushed and left gasping for air because the waves are too rough.
I'm trying to feel the fresh waters although the end might leave my palate salty.
And my tears, well they'll just compliment the ocean.
And I'll let those salty waters wash away the dirt and cure my wounds.
My momma always said salt purifies, cleans and gives everything an edge.
But then why does it sting so much?
Why do we find stingrays, why do they latch on so tightly?
Embrace you to simply let you go?
Why are words so hard to say> should I say this? Or that? Did I say too much? Did I say too little? Should I have kept to myself?
Should I simply capture the moments, cultivate those feelings and embrace the memory?
This too is part of the art of letting go.
Telling it how it is, sharing what you feel and simply letting it be, what an amazing feeling of freedom that is.
To know you tried.
And as I admire the moon I wonder why is the moon closer to you?
The moon sees someone that I do not see.
The moon sees someone I wish I could see.

Lo qué será, será.

I share with you all, a lot of what I write because I too have had guidance and people who have given me words. Part of being generous is being grateful and sharing your knowledge. Although I'm still trying to figure things out, perhaps I can help you figure a few things out along the way in your journey.

Sincerely,

Jenny