While searching for a quote, I came across the poem below. It somehow touched my heart, reminding me of how I once felt and the dark tone my writings used to have. I wanted to honor this writing by reprinting it, as I know many of us have felt this way at one time or another.
"Shrinking in a corner,
pressed into the wall;
do they know I'm present,
am I here at all?
Is there a written rule book,
that tells you how to be ...
all the right things to talk about ...
that everyone has but me?
Slowly I am withering ...
a flower deprived of sun;
longing to belong to ...
somewhere or someone."
Lang Leav
Love and Misadventure
When we feel disconnected, unnoticed or invisible, it is hard to imagine a happier time; but, please, continue on. Life does improve, but it takes time and personal growth. We can remove our selves from places of isolation and discover what helps us come alive. Look within for clues and invest in the little spark that draws attention.
Go to a library or an art gallery and fill the soul with beauty. Sit with a book or sketch pad at a park and give the authentic self permission to breathe into a new world of personal creation. If we follow what interests us, we will encounter healthier situations. We will come to meet kindred spirits and begin to glow. Please, never give up. Honestly, in time it becomes a flowering world of engagement, but one must begin with the self.
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