I had a teacher once...and forever. First he taught me to write, and to be confident in my writing, or at least convince him so. Then he taught me how to survive a little better off in this world. He taught me that learning is something that should never end. Writing is something that flows from somewhere in the depths of your soul. And above all he taught me to love myself. I am not even sure he is aware of the impact he had in my life.
I was his student. It was High School...okay I know what you are thinking, and no the story doesn't continue that way. Must everything be something from a dime novel?...Where was I? Oh yes: High School. I was finding myself, as we all are at that age, not in the ways of some, but more that my eyes were opening to the world. No longer was it bright and sparkly, but it was seeming a bit bleak and dull. Like a glass, first filled with sparkling fresh water. Left to sit on the counter for weeks. Slowly evaporating into nothingness, and leaving a slimy scaly residue behind...
I wanted nothing of that slimy world, but I wasn't sure where to turn. So outwardly I turned to school activities, and inwardly I turned to writing. I was influenced to do so by this exercise we did, a simple warm-up to his Freshman English class. We would have something written on the board everyday when we came in and we were instructed to write about the quote, or lyric, or news headline...etc., and just write. Whatever flowed out of our head we scribbled on the wide-ruled paper.
I began to love this. Oh how I wish I could find that old journal, but alas-its whereabouts are unbeknownst to me! But it sparked a light in me that had long been dim. And because of that I've been pretty adamant about writing on a regular basis. It has long been my sounding board and my sage friend. When something troubles me I write, look at it later, and then try to figure out a solution. What used to be a simple warm-up evolved into my means of survival.
And survival in this world means learning to live modestly, and honestly. It is the understanding that the world will still turn with or without you. That people do not bend to your will, they have wills of their own, and that the sun will still be shining for you on even your darkest of days. Oh Mark Twain...thank you. And to my eternal teacher...thank you. From the depths of my sparkly soul. You provided me with guidance and understanding and helped me see that by helping others I could help myself.
I do not expect anything from this world we live in, however I do think we owe it to ourselves to always be true, to live in the light, and to be the love that we want to see. Open your eyes to the beauty in the world, and in your life.
Just another day in the life of C A Stone...♥
Live in the rhythm of love...and share the bliss!