Showing posts from June, 2018


Yesterday has burnt. This nest is made of fire. Transfigured, I rise. Words by Leanne Margaret © 2018 Image from Pixabay CC

The Calling

Do you hear the call of your soul? I don't know if everyone hears a calling or not? Do we all come purpose made and then forget as we squeeze in our alphabets and sums? Education assumes we start out as blank slates on which to etch out a proper person. But what if in etching out a proper person we are scrubbing away something vital, something soulful, something purpose-made? My call to writing came as soon as I began to read. I announced my plans to my mother and it was always assumed I would eventually be a writer. Most importantly, I believed it. No matter how many times the path veered off, I was always writing and I knew that no matter what, all paths would lead to me finally committing to being a focussed and productive, even published writer. As for the shape my writing would take, by 10 years old I was reading Raymond Moody's Life After Death  and experimenting with meditation. I found meditation to be innate and it helped me deal with some considerable life cha