The Yellow Brick Road....

Lastnight, I heard my grandmother pray. And it was beautiful

It was one of those moments in life - those ones you dont realise how magical it is until it passes.

Sleeping in the same room as her, because I had an instinct I had to see her, even if she was staying in a house were there wasnt any room for me.

All my life, shes been telling that she prays for me everynight. And I thought it was just something she said.

She likes to tell the story of how as a baby I use to be like a koala bear, not letting go of her leg when it was time to go home. No  matter what happens, that woman will have a very special place within my heart.

At the moment, I have embarked on an adventure. But the funny thing is, it isnt just any old adventure - Its the one that I dreamed of. Everyday as i meditate, I reflect upon the fact of how lucky i really am. But is it luck? Actually I dont think so

A bit of FYI for all peeps in this world - Dreams DO come true. There are a few tricks to it obviously.

One of them is to just have the right mind set - appreciate what you have, accept your dream when it comes to you, and then just never stop dreaming of other things, until the glorious day of your death.

Another - is to have loved ones around you ask the universe for you dreams to come true. Whether its a mutal friend wishing you all the best with a handshake, or the grandmother that has been more like a mother then any other, pray  everynight to the god that shes believed in all her life. As loong as it comes from that persons heart with good intentions - its pure magic

And the last is something that me and a very good friend of mine have come to realise. Finishing university was a very scary exepeirence. It seems that, most people went back to carry on their lives before they came to uni. Fair enough, familiarity is always the safe solution. Some people stayed int he city they studied in, deciding on a career unrelated to thier study. This is also understandable, as the curent economical climate is pretty crud and earning money is very hard indeed.

But these paths. to me seemed out of place. My heart just couldnt connect to any of these situations.
So I picked a random city that I liked and made the decision. Took that leap of faith and just moved, here, to brighton, the city where literally anything is accepted. I have the city centre to my left and the sea to the right of my house. I have a job where there is alot of freedom, trust and such an amazing oppertunity to meet everyone within the music industry that exsits here. Of course there are things to struggle with everyday. my pay is very low. my resources were limited. being away from the man i love is feels like my heart is very slowly and painfully being eroded away, leaving me very lost and confused at times.

But I know I chose the right path. simply because it was the path that had not been taken yet. This is the third tactic to be exspecially aware of, and which is beautifully explained by a Mr Robert Frost in the poem below

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

The past university expeiernce was ful of life. The future is just brimming with exciting mystery. But right now, I am ....a pace :)