Pact of Souls

At the beginning of time, two souls were created among all other souls, destined to one day collide.

The souls were reborn throughout the ages, passing each other over time.

Until by spiritual design, the souls crashed into each other while on two different paths. A force with strength of the universe pulling them nearer.

Through the rigors of time and space, the souls danced until their hearts were twined. But outside influences tangled with their senses, pulling them apart. And so, in the secret shadows of the night, a pact the souls did make.

We’ll meet again when the time is right. When the stars align just as they appear this night.

Remember me now.

Remember me always.

Remember the pact of souls.

And as the lone spec of moisture from one soul’s eye stained the floor, 

the souls were ripped apart.

But not before the universe procured a pact of souls, etched upon their eternal hearts. Whispering among the breeze in the trees to remind them as the years grew longer.

We’ll live among the other souls, enduring through time and space until the moment our hearts intertwine upon the stars’ alignment.

Remember me now.

Remember me always.

Remember the pact of souls.

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I Got Lost Somewhere

Everyone feels like family and I am back in the city that I love. - Chris Noth

And before I knew it, a whole year and a half had gone by before I realized I hadn't written anything. The truth is I forgot about my little humble blog as other things in my life started taking over in my life. I have a website for my law office and I started a travel blog. While both of those things were on my list of objectives I wanted to check off, writing for the law website and travel blog became all consuming. Especially because I put pressure on myself to have perfect sites. But as we all know, we will never be perfect. 

It's a shame I fell off here. It happens often, I know. I always find my way back though. But a lot happened last year and when writing is therapeutic like it is for me, you wish you'd have put pen to paper to work through all that stuff you were going through. Especially the lather part of the year when I was in the hospital with a saddle pulmonary embolism. Say that 10 times fast. I was in a low place and I wrote about it once on travel for stamps, but it was months of needing to work through everything I was going through. I needed to come back to my love of writing. It centers and grounds me. My thoughts are seriously all over the place more than half the time and I can channel all that when I have a pen in my hand and some paper to jot down whatever comes out. 

Well hey there, 2018. I know we've already gotten through half the year, but hey, it's never to late to start again, amiright?! And Iook at me, I'm going to have two entries today! That's one way to get back into the swing of things. 

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