Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

October of another year and I still see eyes, wide that mirror my soul. I am still daring heights with wonder and dreams still nestle in my soul. I know hope is a thing you never do alone, even if you die alone. I keep finding it all the way down in myself, where it can never be judged like children, who tell stories, all on their own. Soon, the dreams I keep dreaming will dream all on their own, and who knows, maybe I”ll lean, not on my own.

Jason Shinder may no longer be with us but I am mesmerized by his will to live and these words from his poem ‘Hope’ is my muse for today. Find your reason for being, even if it leads you to tell your own story, your way…