I got home from an insanely busy work day last night and realized that a box had arrived in the mail! I love the anticipation of getting a package in the mail and opening it up to see what is inside even if I am the one who purchased it myself! I am a lot like a child in the way that I like to find ways to maintain excitement in my life in any form or fashion! I finally opened it and was extremely excited to see that the brother had finally arrived! It is an honor to hold a writer's book in your hands because it is more so than just a book, but the precious outpouring of their sacred soul that is entrusted to you as a reader! Beyond that, is the blessing to behold the dreams of someone you admire and whose presence you hold very dear to as they constantly enlighten you. You have been one of the souls that have inspired me not only with the path that you define with the sacredness of your ink, but in the way that you always stay completely true to who and what you are. Writing is not an easy path for those of us who truly bare the depths of our soul and what it means to live observing from all the lenses going beyond that which sees only beauty while defining the very root of what it is to be human. Keep inspiring! Keep dreaming! The talent you hold in your existence is immense! I hope that ink continues to emanate from the gift of your light, beautiful soul! You will always have my support!😊💖🌻🙏@esuemmanuel
It's true, love - the real kind - brings you back to yourself, even if you didn't realize you were away from yourself. It brings you closer to your essence, reminds you of what you are and have been for all eternity, makes you look at yourself with clear eyes and an open soul; it takes away your fears, calms your doubts, makes you regain confidence in yourself. Love - yes, the real one - will make you look at the key to your heart, the one you never lost, but thought you did because you distrusted your own heart.
Es verdad, el amor —el verdadero— te devuelve a ti mismo, aun si no te habías dado cuenta de que estabas alejado de ti. Te acerca a tu esencia, te recuerda lo que eres y has sido por toda la eternidad, te hace mirarte con ojos limpios y el alma abierta; te quita los miedos, te calla las dudas, te hace recuperar la confianza en ti. El amor —sí, el verdadero— te hará mirar la llave a tu corazón, ésa que jamás perdiste, pero creíste haberlo hecho por desconfiar de tu propio corazón.
Entiendo que las palabras bonitas atraigan, por eso dejé de escribirlas, porque escribir no se trata de atraer, sino de evocar y proyectar lo que se lleva en el alma, así sea bello u horrendo. Entonces, llegarán los ojos justos y dispuestos a sentir lo que se ha escrito, ya sea porque se sienten identificados, definidos o, simplemente —y, naturalmente— atraídos.