Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Once Upon A Time...Is Now


Once:
As I give an account of my reminiscing, I begin by saying that I'm blessed to be on this earth for 59 years.  As I look out my window, sitting on my enclosed porch, I reflect how far and as long as I can remember, I love creating and teaching.  When I was in elementary school, I created a permission slip for the neighboring parents to sign because I wanted to teach/tutor reading.  As far back as a teen, I wanted people to feel good about themselves.  I think that's why I've always rooted for the underdog.
Teaching was something I've enjoyed since childhood and having a fondness for words, also enjoyed putting a group of them together to form expressions on paper.  Phonetics, I remember as a child, was a favorite complement to words.  Often I'd spell a word as to how it sounded versus how it was actually spelled, (i.e. phone/fone).
On top of the reading, writing and teaching, as a child, I enjoyed writing plays and showcasing them to my friends in the neighborhood.  The stage was our home basement and the curtains were the sheets from our beds.  Oh, that was so much fun.  Writing and starring in those plays.
Growing older, in my early teens, I remember not replacing those interests simply adding on to them; adding Industrial Psychologist and Attorney to the mix.  The idea of a Courtroom, Court building setting was interesting to me.  At times, the add ons would cause me some confusion, because it seemed I was unsure of what exactly I wanted to do or be.
Upon:
I remember my grandmother staying to me (I'm in my early teens) to grow up and be somebody and I would respond by saying, "I am somebody".  As I transitioned from early teen to preteen, I decided that I wanted to sing.  I'd sing with my stepbrothers and friends; never taking it any further than that.  During this time, I believe, is when my daring nature began to emerge.  I started showing myself that I could do what I set out to do; with that I mean, one time I bowled a 200 game and I had to reach that 200 mark again to show myself that it wasn't just a fluke...just luck, that it was actually skill.
A Time:
Coming into my mid 20's, I wanted to prove to myself that I could overcome some of my fears, so I took acting lessons to perform on stage.  Performing gave me such a elevated sense, knowing I did something (faced a fear) that I could put under my belt, no one could take from me.  However, once I was nominated and voted best actor in a supporting role with the Rosedale Community Players, I knew and learned the stage is a large part of my expression.  My how our ideals may change; however, ultimately they will begin to mold together like clay.
Transitioning into my 30's came with a desire to embrace a Spiritual philosophy I could hold on to and believe with all of my heart.  Something I could resonate with on a much deeper level than I had yet experienced.  I searched with my heart, seeking knowledge from various religious and Spiritual ideology. The unlimited, everlasting, connection with Our Mother/Father God did I thirst for many years and finally, my thirst was quenched.  Prayers are answered.
Is Now:
I've been thinking lately that I've not taken those singing lessons and now is the time.  I've not had an interest to travel and now I have and the time is now.  I look back and notice I am that teacher, I have that courtroom experience, I am a hearings representative, I am a coach, I am a writer, I am an energy worker, I am a creator and I love serving in various forms of expression including the stage. 
And now I excitedly anticipate the continuum of the Idea, Goodness & Fullness, Grace & Favor the Light of the Creator within me has for me...living, enjoying the journey reaching one destination after another in LIFE...LIGHT...LOVE.
Take a stroll back into your life.  Do you see the clay molding into shape?  The alchemy of your LIFE blending and merging one experience with another?  Do you see the connection from yesterday to today?
The Time is NOW for me...the Time is NOW for you.  TAPN2U, in...lifelightlove*anita
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