It's no secret I have a deep passion for helping others. I love the people in my love and I hope they always remember I'd do anything for them. However, as I've been told and taught time and time again, I must learn to help myself first.
"Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm. As you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help yourself, the second is to help others."
I love to help.
"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words."
Perhaps that's why I'm so drawn to music. When words fail me, the piano saves. It's my companion in moments of joy, anger and sadness. The moment my fingers grace the keys, emotions are created and expressed through the harmony on the piano. Soon thereafter, a 'hum' may be heard and transformed into a melody through voice. There has never been a time I have left the piano bench just as frustrated as when I sat down. I love music.
Books allow me to escape from reality and they get me lost in the enchantment of another's life. As my mind molds to the character's, I learn how to stretch my own. I am constantly inspired and intrigued by the magic within the hardcovers. I love to read.
Ahh, the gift of writing (and typing) is beautiful. Though there are times I am overwhelmed and at a loss for words, there are more instances in which I have too much on my mind. Thoughts can cloud the mind and drive one mad (like myself); therefore a healthy outlet is needed for self expression. For me, it's become writing. Before the start of treatment, I rarely wrote and never owned a journal or diary. However as I lay in the hospital bed, I was determined to get better and determined to document the journey towards a healthy, stable life. Perhaps the initiation arose from motivation to inspire others (and myself) or maybe I just wanted to keep family and friends updated on the difficult journey I was about to embark. Whatever the reason, I've found a sincere passion for writing. I love to write (and type).
"Spiritual friendship is the whole of the spiritual life."
The next series of pictures represent my soul mates, who are my best friends. As I browsed through websites I coincidently came across the following, as each meaningful image portrays:
an inside joke, a memory, or a spiritual connection
No matter how near or far, I keep the pieces that make up my friendships
close to my heart.
Happy Valentine's Day.