Walking in socks

There is that deep inner, innate awareness that a word or an event can ignite something in someone’s life, right when it is most needed. The realisation that my experiences came to me for a reason, forced my pen to scribble. Most moments came to me because I simply, but unconsciously, asked for them. Others happened because I wasn’t switched on and needed a wakeup call. So with so many tiny memories, recalled and thought of, I write in full compassion of my instinctive ability to make a difference, through bold expression and interaction. This is a peek into my closet, a secret passageway to my journal, my stumbles and life on this planet.