"Is our story written by the Fates?
By someone? By us?
Before we are born?
Before we wake each morn?
By missing a bus or showing kindness to a person
or visiting a blog?
Do we attract experiences?
Are we meant to be? to do? to have? to lose?
I don't know...
Love it, actually, that I don't know...
for it is in the not knowing, I feel I grow."
In Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach she wrote on July 20th, "True North." Here is some of what she wrote,
"I used to believe that happiness could only be found after arriving at my heart's destination. Explorers call it true north. For me, true north was enough success to ensure that there was plenty of money to control my own creative destiny, to allow me the luxury to pursue my passions. Now that I have spent far longer on the road from Here to There than I could have ever imagined twenty-five years ago when the adventure began, I have come to an awakening. I've always controlled my own creative destiny, though not always its course..."
I have been told, "Amy, you seem to float with aim." It seems that my heart stays so wide open that I let in and love whatever comes in and it opens doors. I have to agree. I have had some of the most exquisite moments and meetings with my heart wide open. At times, those around me just shake their heads at my "odds-defying" life. I don't think I defy the winds of fate as much as I embrace what comes my way. I just put everything I can into what is important to me, (my children's joy, spreading light and kindness, meeting and appreciating those who cross my path) and I see it as my life's work to write with my heart and to let that always be my "True North."
My world is not finished, polished, strings are left untied until later, but, I see it as a perfect work in progress. I can visualize what my heart's home looks like. I can see me in bliss even when it is hard because true north is where I am, where I have floated before and where I will go next.
I will tell stories of this miracle life through my drawings and positive affirmations everyday with every breath. So, I may not know where that will lead me, but, I have chosen it as my fate...
Where I am, when I am filled with love, is my home sweet home...
Drawing and poem above by Amy