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From My Perch

 High up in my tree, the turbulent elements of my life far below, I am free.  I look out over the rolling hills and fields lined with houses.  This is my happy place.  I feel safe, protected, and alone.  Sometimes, I settle into the crook of the branch, smile ready to enter a better world and I open my book.

 A book always contains a new world to explore.  I can inhabit a world away from the reality of your daily life whatever that looks like.  It is a way to see how others live and experience life, maybe they went through the same thing I did and  handled it differently or maybe they had worse or better home lives.  And when I am reading scifi or fantasy books it is because I want to experience a life completely out of this world.  Mysteries can be comforting because there is always an answer and most of the time the good guy wins.  Biographies and poetry help me know I am not alone.  

 Sometimes I look out on the world from my perch to observe, learn, and hopefully to understand.  The actions, beliefs, and opinions of others are at times a puzzle that is hard to interpret.  So, I spend time watching, asking questions, and engaging in conversations to better figure out this thing called human existence. 

I believe we are all one – there is one life, divine life, all life, my life.  I believe in honor, integrity, truth, honesty, humility, and love.  I don’t believe any of these are achievable all the time – there is no perfection.  Rather, there is the consistent bringing back on course whenever I go off track. 

 My personality is in the first person.  The decorative part, the part that shows up is from my point of view.  It isn’t because I cannot see from another perspective - I can.  It is because I believe I am only authentic when I share my perspective, my experience, and my beliefs.  I don’t claim them for anyone but me.  I share them in case they resonate with anyone else.  And, because I am always thinking, the thoughts coalesce and become truths.

 My vision right now is about what is over the rainbow.  The internal picture I carry in my mind is like the song says – a place where birds fly and so do I, where dreams come true and troubles melt.  I want to be in joy. I believe that creativity and writing about my beliefs is the key to that freedom, to flying, to my dreams coming true.

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