I used to think that there would be one moment when all will be revealed – when I would finally get it.
Now I know that life is a series of epiphanies, some large, others less so. Some have been so personal, so private, so profound, that only the effects are experienced by those closest to me. Others are like a metaphysical concert.
The sun lured me here, Caribbean Child who had endured too many winters – did not reckon on the desert sun parching and draining me- did not know that the breeze could add to the fire that threatened to consume me.
Away from all the familiars that brought me comfort, I had to find solace in a new thing. Rather it is an old love, buried and forgotten by the busyness of life. But here in the wilderness, my soul’s longing could no longer be silenced. So I began to write, again.
The joy of writing is a gift I continuously give myself.
Sharing with you, my writing, is my gift to you.