God gifted me with a sister… My soul sister…


MY SOUL SISTER

God must have been so kind to every human being including me. As I am an only daughter. That even if I didn’t have the chance to experience having a sister by blood. He gifted me with not just one but several sisters by heart and soul.

It allowed me to define in a deeper way the meaning of friendship and family.

And I miss the first soul I have come to love. I miss her bubbly way of telling me stories. The way she makes me laugh (hard) while refusing that she’s trying to be funny. I miss the way she explains in details some facts about someone or a celebrity that we are interested of. I miss the songs she shared with me. Our love for books.

I also miss our numerous travels together. Exploring places some would not be aware were of existence. She is good at that. Discovering places and literally preparing impeccable  itineraries.

I miss the way she taught me about seeing life in a different way. As deep as seeing Chakras, appreciating the rest of the worlds’ elements and beyond. Seeing through someone’s soul. We both believed then that we are old souls. Perhaps like sisters in another time.

I miss how she showed me to redeem oneself however deep the soul has been wounded. And from these it brought me into being convinced that even my scars can be a part of my beauty.

She writes well, her imagination is something you can’t under estimate. I look forward to her thoughts. In black and white. I once requested her to be a guest writer in my blog and that was a long time ago.

I learned from her about transparency and the capacity to forgive and hope and love that doesn’t diminish despite of odd times. Maybe in the corner of my mind. They were necessary. She helped me to value myself more and choose my battles.

Lastly, she thought me to hope that if things are falling apart, maybe they are falling apart but will land on its’ proper places eventually.

Writing this in the wee hours when we used to talk about anything under the moon and the sun. With hope, faith, love, respect and gratitude. All those beautiful emotions. A beautiful truth revealing and welling up in my heart.

Written like an extended prayer and fall asleep with a smile not only in my face but in my heart as well.

jayne 6
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-An only daughter. A mother of an 18 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! Though, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow, blue as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food as well, along w/ broccoli, prawns and mushrooms. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. As I used to write even when I was a teenager, and I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost my father a year before and I guess in one way or another, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son and mother, as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is so negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for them, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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