Peace be the Journey and I just want to be….

Dear Reader,

I hope this letter finds you well. On my end, I am quite tired. While I still consider myself a young poet and endeavor to write to you on a more consistent basis it remains a difficult task. Life, as it is, continues to get in the way. I suppose we all use the “I forgot” or “I got too busy” as excuses now and again. I’m hoping to commit to carving out more time for goals, ambitions, and relationships that matter to me.

I will say though that peace is indeed in the journey. I’ve written about my frequent flights, but I am also very blessed in that I get to drive many places as well. A few weeks ago my journey took me to the west coast. I met a former student for a chat to catch up on how things were going. She’d told me about a recent loss her family had experienced, how it was like I said (in my TED talk) that you wonder what the last words you said to someone were. She knew hers.

I know this. Sometimes Life hits you right smack on top of the head so that you open your eyes just a little wider and you see…connections, unspoken ripples that you had no idea you created when you initially uttered your own truths.

I’d had no idea she watched my talk. No idea it contained words that she held onto and I continue to hold onto that moment where I was reminded of our power as people, as poets, as humans to weave our stories together with others. Perhaps this rope holds all of us up when we need to reach out to have someone (or something) to hold onto.

And then it continues. Was it already two weeks ago Dear Reader that I was able to open a concert for a young talented and truly inspiring Indigenous hip hop artist? I strongly believe in the power of words, in putting good wishes, thoughts, and prayers out into the universe. Faith is believing it will happen in its time and wow, was I honored, shocked, humbled, and grateful for that opportunity. For that connection. He’d said something to me in a conversation at dinner that he felt most alive when he was performing. The artist / dreamer / believer in me relates. I get it. It is the same with me. And shouldn’t it be that way with all of us? You feel most alive when sharing the gifts you’ve been given. Isn’t that honoring the life you’ve been given. I think so. I think the world would be a better place if we all found and practiced our passions.

The universe continues to unfold in the most beautiful ways. I see it everyday and sometimes, when I’m lucky, I run into it in unexpected places. But more on that soon, Dear Reader. I need some sleep and I suspect you do too.

with gratitude,

TW

1 Comment

  1. Good medicine Tanaya! Thank you for reminding us “of our power as people, as poets, as humans to weave our stories together with others. Perhaps this rope holds all of us up when we need to reach out to have someone (or something) to hold onto.” Indeed it does… with every thought, breath, and heartbeat. Just what I needed to hear this morning as I wake feeling strangely disconnected. Tis time to update my own blog. Onward and upward together in BIG love! Julie

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