The Precious Scars

Spoke very little when I was young.....because I stuttered.  Vocals functioned only when I sang.  Dreams of being a singer died the day I woke up unable to carry a tune.  Mom sought out specialists.  Was her idea to offer me a new voice in the form of a blank diary, when all else failed. Street Art 9 Photograph by Blue Muse Fine Arts My love for music comes from her side.  She played Beethoven to my brother in the womb; likely is responsible for his adoration of classical music.  Think my Grandpa may have played the fiddle.  His mother was affluent on the harp, so much so she was approached dozens of times about world tours.  Wanted a family more than she wanted fame.  I am particularly fond of the violin and piano.  Music is a huge part of my life.....especially during times when I'm needing to feed and nourish my soul.  This period was no different......except the songs I usually sought, brought me no comfort.  T...

I do believe in a grand design.  I also believe in divine intervention.  Can't say I noticed anything out-of-the-ordinary because the moves were so subtle.  Only a more forceful move months later would cause me to question and reevaluate.....and persuade me to believe I was always being led. Curbed L.A. I did need to reach this house by April if I ever were to gain a clearer perspective on my situation.  I was weighing the pros and cons of having surgery to remove organs radically affecting the quality of my life.  Proceeding would create a whole host of new issues and likely only allow me 3-5 years life.  Doing nothing meant I might live almost 10 years, but I lived without companionship for nearly 25 because of it and chances were, that would not change.  Life without love isn't much of a life.  The first option would at the very least give me opportunities.      I would only receive this news third week of March, but thi...