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Getaclewis

I'm a ghostwriter and book editor - there are a lot of amazing and inspirational stories that deserve and need to be told... so I help shape and polish the writing first!

I'm a mom of two teenagers and the wife of an amazing man and, at heart, a loner who doesn't like to be alone. Some days, I want to jump on the bed and laugh joyously and, other times, I can barely suppress the temptation to crawl under the bed and hide from the world. Bi-polar? Nope... just a girl!...

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Buggin' It Topless

I’m not always who I wanna be. In fact, I could even whisper, in sheer, exposing honesty, that {I rarely feel I am who I wish I could be.}

In each of us, there is such fierce potential. In me, I have to confess there is mostly unrealized majesty. At least, thank heavens, it is there… still… waiting for me to snatch it up and run with it to some heady destination. I do believe there is truth in the old adage that, if you don’t use it, you can lose it. But for me, still, it remains… my gonna be… my can be… my wanna be but not yet quite enough to make it happen self.

And then there are those other moments…

…those moments when I’m composing, and the words flow freely and the thoughts gel into, if not Michelangelo’s Madonna, at least someone beautiful that may once have stood in front of his art and swooned.

…those times when my daughter reaches over and wants to be touching me in some slight way, to feel that connection, to link up in a way that reassures and confirms, that awards me the praise of mom well done.

…those conversations where thought flows freely and challenge delights and laughter reigns and intellect swells and sobriety is cool and communion sways gently into the breezy, star-filled night (or heck, it could even be storming, no matter).

…those looks from the man who shares my life that tell me all the love I’ll ever need is in the palms of our clasped hearts.

…those zen, mainline moments of spiritual fruition when, in prayer or simple assurance, I know that the God within me and the God all round is coursing through my life’s fiber and I am one with the Maker, as it is meant to be.

And, indeed, those heady stretches seem to merge into one glorious injection of giddy happiness when I’m in my candy-apple red VW bug, its cream top down and my hair tangling wildly in the whipping wind, as I immerse in Frank Sinatra’s crooning or Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama (Turn It Up!) and the air is newly cool and the heat is toasty on my toes and the seat warmer is nudging comfort and the night is clear and everyone who passes smiles my way...

...and I suspect, nay I know that life is good and I am great and all is as it should be.