Scribed In Light

Here am I my beloved readers. Having hurled myself into the battlefields of literary blogging. Brandishing, ever so humbly, the rusty spoon of ignorance and a cardboard shield of confidence. After what seems like a lifetime of contemplating such a noble venture, I find myself charging headlong into the unknown. Entering an arena filled with those distinguished of unparalleled caliber…I stand before you equipped with the finely hewn skillsets of a marshmallow, jammed precariously upon the whittled end of a toothpick.

I have spent this past sleep-deprived week plodding about in an unwavering attempt, to locate a reputable platform, upon which to work my craft. Reading through and committing to memory the likes of website interfacing, social platforming, and media algorithms while slurping down each new morn’s steamy brew of ‘Wake the Shpoo Up’. As well as, navigating through blogging templates in hopes of choosing one best to reflect my heart-felt expressions. While juggling between house chores, pinioning my autistic blind granddaughter beneath my wings, nurturing daily care of my adult disabled son, and mind you wallering through one buggar of an illness. Pressing further on, I found myself designing and setting up a unique website, in utter disbelief at not having one class or credit under my tattered geriatric belt. I faceplanted into pursuits of coding and other technical formats which I have no business meddling. Believing myself ready to stand pen to paper, I hit the wall, missing even more vital steps in aligning my dream into reality.

I had hiccups and faceplants which sank me into discouragement multiple times within each day filled with effort. Drowning within mental and Physical fatigue which served to constrict my breathing with self-doubt. Talk about biting off more than one can chew. I tempered, quieted, and eased my anxieties by putting on the breaks, giving myself deserved time outs, and simply breathing. I took periods to remind myself of my worth, value, and goals.

I found myself at what I believed was my last step in searching out and curating a domain to splash my expressions across the globe, I discovered even more tweaking and fine-tuning of the website and templates. Oh My Heart, would these hurdles NEVER end? Please take note here, should you find yourself so inclined, If I found abilities to attain reward out of strenuous efforts and having nothing under my wings but Faith, Hope, and GRIT. You too, must rise to embrace and achieve your dreams.

This has been my week-long quest. Merely to find an avenue to carry my voice, my heart’s passion, and my ministry. Giving wings to my hope of reaching out and lifting others in hope, healing, and guidance into a greater sense of themselves and well-being. A guided focus and nudging others into shifting their minds eyes, and heart’s view into higher focus. Where you will find empowered capabilities above the calamities and collateral images, sounds, and distractions previously weighing you down and binding your spirit energy from your unique inner truth and positive vibrations.

May you find here a solace…an Oasis if you will…where you carve out times of daily renewal through reflections meant to lift your spirit and harness your focus in Love, Light, Laughter, and Self Growth.

Please know that this journey of creating a space for reflection and growth has not been without hurdles—each one shaping me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. Yet, as I sit here now, pouring these thoughts into words, I am reminded that growth is seldom linear but always worthwhile.

To those reading these lines, may this blog become more than a collection of my reflections; may it become a sanctuary for your spirit. A place to pause. A place to laugh. A place to ponder, and to find threads of grace amidst life’s chaos.

Let this be our shared journey—a journey into hope, healing, and the boundless potential of a heart tuned to grace.