Wild Hearts Cant Be Broken....

Wow.....and so here it begins again. I am officially writing (typing) my first of many blog posts. I'm back on the horse, the stream of consciousness writing horse that I was thrown so suddenly off of many years ago, and though I have dipped my toe back into the cowboy boot, I have yet to fully dress the rider part again. But here I am, back in the saddle. Back on my wild horse. This time, perhaps not the wild and free hearted bitter sweet tragedy of my youth, streaming pages and pages of smudgy ink, 4 am summer sun rising, hand cramping as the words poured out faster than the pages could contain, all of the feelings of the world coming through me at once, no time for sleep....no, this time, many years later, I am at my desk.

This time I am a mom of two, typing on my ergonomically correct keyboard. Posture straight as a whistle, just an hour after my late night deep stretching yoga class. My seat is comfy on this saddle though, I have a sense of freedom in my wrists, and a looseness in my cranium that I haven't felt in too long. It feels good riding down this trail again.

And there I went! With a likely nearly unintelligible, run on, stream of consciousness thought barrage. My horse must have taken off in a full gallop, so excited to be free again. The stream of consciousness though, I come by it honestly, my father, a writer of his own kind. Purely unique. No style like his. It was a love/hate for those who dared to partake in the deciphering of his words. You either got it or you didn't. This never stopped him from loving to write. I adore it as well. And though I will never promise to be the best at it, (each to his own) I will vow that if you will come to my page, and read my weekly or daily (not sure yet) ramblings, I will always be one thing, pure me, pure truth. And I will enjoy offering my words to you.

I don't know if it's the Leo rising in my astrological chart...or maybe the Sagittarius Sun, aiming arrows of truth at the world, and the Leo striving to shine and be seen....and the Gemini moon wanting to express and be wordy, but I have always had a deep desire to express me to the fullest, through my art, my writing, my message. My musings on what it is to be this individual spark of creation. Expressing the divine, through the kaleidoscope we call Clancy Moonbeam.

Here I am, raw and real. My desire is that something I may express through my art or writing, serves to touch another, in that gentle but profound way, perhaps mirroring their own inner light, and causing it to have no choice but to light up as well. One by one, lighting candles. A world lit up can not be stopped. A world lit by the light of radiant love, is an indestructible world. There is no thing, more powerful than love. And love is what we are. Love is all we are. As I tell my children often, you are made of love. What is more real, than love.

But back to this horse, rocking me at a gentle pace now, easing into the peacefulness of the ride. You are back now dear heart, no need to rush it. This horse wont leave you again. My horse, as in my writing, was stolen from me 13 years ago. I had been keeping a faithful journal of writing since I was a child. I had written long stories and journal entries since I was a wee child gazing at the moon, but when I turned 13 I began writing poetry and long prose. I had about a dozen full books, by the time I turned 23. One late young and inspired night I brought everything I wrote in my black jeep with gold trim over to show a fresh new boyfriend......because what better time to bare your soul and every mind rambling you ever had, than with a new love...(hmmm maybe not) My jeep was broken into that night. The back pack with all my filled books was taken. I never saw it, or my writing again.

Of course I have written in the past 13 years. I have had the odd poem come steal me from my bed and force me to find a working pen to scribble down the gem before it was lost. Or the odd journal entry when I was feeling the need for clarity on the path, aiming to come to an understanding of my soul. Or night dreams recorded in writing. But never had I gotten back on that horse and written with wild free abandon, wind in my hair, just me and the click clack of the keyboard, or the swoosh of the pen. Until this moment. And now, in this new age of instant share, my writing will not only be exposed to that new love, to bare my soul to another soul under the moonlight, but it will be cantering down the information highway to the web of souls we are all linked to. And hopefully, down this dusty old moonlit trail ride, my writing inspires another, who inspires another.....in~spire....in spirit.....in alignment with You. After all, this is what we came here for.