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True Moments – Writing Our Story: Thursday Throwback

Good morning, my dear friend! A Happy Friday-Eve to you!

Welcome to this week’s edition of Thursday Throwback. It’s the day when I stir up my cauldron of past writings and pull out an evergreen piece to share with you.

This week is about our voices and the stories that we write as part of our human experience.

Ironically enough, I realize that claiming my voice is a cycle that I’m still going through. I have come a long way, but I also recognize that I still have a ways to go. Put in the context that I put it in this particular post, though, it really doesn’t come as any surprise – for any of us!

I hope you enjoy this. Dave and I will be back tomorrow with a bit of pre-weekend fun.

Until then, my dear friend, I hope you have a fabulous day!

With Love and In Service,

My voice.

Finding it, listening to it, and keeping a hold on it. These are things that I’ve struggled with all my life.

As a child, I had a mother that was very vocal. Sometimes explosively so and so much so, that my own was drowned out or I simply feared to vocalize it.

As an adult, I still tend to “lose” it. (My voice, not my mind. Though, there are – admittedly – times when that, too, is questionable.)

But, really? Does that come as any surprise?

There are approximately 7.7 billion “voices” on the planet, and this doesn’t even take into consideration the people who have “multiple voices” going on in their heads.

So, does it come as any shock that one voice – one that seemingly has many moments of weakness – can sometimes get lost among the masses?

After all, with so many “stronger” voices, voices that can be quick to be heard, that like to be heard, that – as far as ego is concerned – are more “knowledgeable”, what can this one voice possibly have to add to the cacophony?


Because what voice out there knows so much that it knows what it is like to be ME? The Me that is this human body? The ME that is going through this lifetime in this human body?

There are many out there who believe Spirit, in the Oneness and without human senses, cannot – Itself – experience life in the same manner that we, spirits in body and with human senses, are able to.

Is this actually the case?

Who in body really knows? Guess we’ll have to wait and find out, right?

But what if that is the case? What if part of our Purpose for being in body is to “collect” experiences? “Good”, “bad”, or indifferent.

And I’m not talking in a “half-assed” manner, but to truly experience it with every last one of our senses “weighing” in on that experience in particular?

And what if our purpose here is to come up with the absolute best “story” our spirit-self can possibly “write”? So that one day, once we pass beyond this world and return “home”, we have “something to talk about”.

When looking at it from that point of view, I don’t know about you, but I want something more to share than “I was born, I lived, and I died”.

What a snoozer!!

If that were a book, I doubt I’d get past chapter one, if, indeed, it had more than just a few pages to read.

Does this mean, though, that our story has to have ample amounts of adventure? Explosions? Death-defying sequences?

Not really.

I don’t know about you, but I really don’t get into those sorts of stories anymore. Books, movies, what-have-you. After a while, I get bored and move on to something else, something that actually stirs my heart, my passion, my spirit!

No. What I, personally, really enjoy are stories with lots of “moments” in them.

What do I mean by that?

We all have them. They are the things that really make up what we call “life”.

They’re the day-in, day-out happenings.

They’re often “quiet”, and unless we are conscious and Aware in that moment, they can slip by unnoticed.

Sitting, quietly, curled up with your favorite little person or even “furbaby” to read a good story… That is a moment.

Sharing a good laugh with your significant other or dear friend… that is another moment.

True moments don’t always come charging into one’s life on a fiery steed. Sometimes, they fly in on the wings of a dragonfly, land on your shoulder for a brief moment and then it’s gone.

Those are the things that make up “real” life.

Only you can decide whether your story will be a snoozer – day in, day out, repeat – or one on the Universal Bestseller’s List, and – like me – only you can create the audio version of it. Because no one can tell it, like you.

Hopefully, some food for thought there, and, as always, my dear friend!

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