Had a friend stop by unexpectedly yesterday, she was very excited--actually beyond excited, almost in tears--because she walked into a second hand store and found a pin (brooch?brooche?) exactly like the one that was stolen from her in first grade. It had been a pin that meant a lot to her and she has always kept an eye open for one like it, even searching online a couple of times, within the last 40 some odd years of her life. It was damn near a miracle--she even wondered if it was the same one. Didn't matter, she got it back. I told her there a lot of miracles in second hand stores, I meet my dead mother there often. Sometimes I wake up and it hits me which store I need to get to--no, have to get to--and get to immediately-and these are the moments that for once in my life I listen to my inner voice and follow-and sure enough when I follow that vibe, there will be something so deep and so personal to my story, to my life, that I can only feel my mother's energy there. I know--sounds crazy, but I party with the dead often. All I need is an empty room, a span of time without any responsibility, maybe some music, some candles, some memories, some good intentions, and a bottle of wine to loosen away from the day and free myself--and I am there. And it's a good thing, they write their story through me, my novel is not my own.
I love it! I'm so glad you were inspired to write this. Beleive it or not, after I left yesterday, I was inspired to write a song, I hadn't felt that in many years, a creative outlet I had abandoned and nearly forgotten since I started writing stories. It's amazing the things we can come up with when we allow our positive feelings take over!
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