telling everything

I consider this place home in many ways. Here I can share my words, thoughts and feelings. We are all gypsies on a journey… in the world, in our hearts and souls. A little piece of my story is a little piece of yours… like a deck of weathered old cards, a collection of faces, with different meanings, times and messages. I want to tell it all, the dark and the light… every facet of how I see it and feel it. I want to share my stories… and I want to know yours.

Who are the characters that dance in the play of your life? What chapter are you writing, right now? There is something that is unfolding in front of you as you read this, something that is calling to you, something that you are drawing to you. Everything has meaning, every second is filled with magic. Don’t lose those serendipitous moments… don’t ever stop dreaming because when you do… you lose it all. Our dreams are how the universe knows what to give us.

In every great story, there is tension, conflict, and climax. One thing leads to the next, as layers and layers build on each other. What direction are you going in now? Be mindful of everything… read between the lines even. You never know when you will truly stumble upon your dreaming. So please keep following your adventure, with wide eyed wonder and commitment to everything that feels exhilarating.

Never let yourself miss out on a great adventure… those are what lead to the most spell binding, page turning stories. This moment right now is a piece to your legacy, something that will grow into a powerful collection of myths and memories. Tell it all to the world… more importantly, live it all. Fall in love every chance you get, walk down the crooked roads, take the slow rides and say everything that you want to say.

I can’t stop smiling, dreaming and dancing with all the wonderful things I am finding here in New York City. There are memories wrapping around me like soft, silk velvet… they are layering over me becoming a part of my being. I know that this is a place that will lead me to my wild and crazy dreams.

One night is enough… to carry on the feeling. A living, breathing memory. A winter night… I felt beautiful under your light… the soft glow of your touch will hang onto every part of me… This is a part of my New York City… -Shaheen Miro¬†

With love… to the gypsies…

Shaheen

© Shaheen Miro 116/2011