Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Tale of the Maiden

The Tale of the Maiden

Gentle rains whisper
of a maiden long ago,
one who was one
with her heart and her soul.

Life embraced her
with wind and churning sea
expecting her to fight-
a warrior spirit she would need.

The maiden despaired,
pain flooded her weary heart
as Life's fierce embrace
threatened to tear her apart.

She then spotted salvation
two boats floated before her,
one was brand new,
the other was worn.

Decisons quickly made
the maiden chose her craft.
She ventured quickly forth,
her fate in her grasp.

Why writing? Why not therapy?

NOTE: This post is also part of a contest:  I am participating in the Writing contest: You are a writer held by Positive Writer . With that said, here we go...

Heh, the rabbit hole of all questions: why writing?

Answer? It started with reading, actually. 

I was and still am a painfully introverted person. My mind and my imagination took flight, and I got my adrenaline rush by reading the likes of Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, and Sherlock Holmes.

When I became an adult, the need for practicality and money making drove out the imagination, and I focused on my career.  It was a lonely time, and eventually I tried a few times to start writing my own adventure - it never made it past a few chapters, but I was learning what power I had with writing.  It excited me, finally a place where all those movies in my imagination could go and a way I could express myself.

Then three years ago,   I was diagnosed with Osteoarthritis. I'm thinking my life is over, no one can save me.  I turned to those mystery and adventures of my youth and read them again cover to cover.  That is when I discovered something:

The Journey is never over for those who wield the power of words.

It's the truth - you are not confined by your body, you can recover the crown jewels, see wondrous sights, and even wrestle an alligator or two, all without leaving the confines of your creating space.

But the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, however.  This effort I am on will be effort number ten in starting a novel.  It will be a mystery, a bridge from the adventures I have had with reading my favorites over the years.

That has taken me through my recent diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis as well. 

These diseases do not define me - my imagination, initially used to take me away from things for a while, now has led me to express myself with writing.  It is a risk in a way, because this is the way I choose to present myself.

I think it will be worth it though - if I can take someone on an adventure or see something in a new way, then my writing will have meaning.

In a non-fiction sense, it already does.  Two years after I bought a used car from a dealer, a tire blew out on the rear.  I was on the side of the road trying to change out the tire only to find that my car did not have a spare.  I mean, who sells a used car without a spare?

This was two years later.  I was angry, I was seething - I wanted them to know how disappointed I was and that I couldn't recommend them to anyone and that since it was two years later that I wasn't expecting a response but I wanted to let them know how I felt.

I sent the email to them with all of that in week later they called me to the dealership, and I received a spare tire.

Never underestimate the power of writing - I knew it was worth it when it helped me through my diagnosis, and it has allowed me to be more than just someone with Rheumatoid Arthritis. It has allowed me to express my emotions like I couldn't before along with the many adventures in my mind and what I am encountering now with this autoimmune disease.

In short, I am a writer, and this is my story.

Until we meet again,
RAmbling Girl

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Um, Hi.

Oh come on, it's not like I haven't tried blogging before - I can do better.

Er hem, HELLO! :)

Now I suppose I should type in why I am here.  That  reasoning could be chalked up to two parts boredom and two parts ranting.

You see, about a year ago, I was diagnosed by my primary care physician as having Rheumatoid Arthritis. Let's just say my world stopped and my once rosy outlook on life plummeted. 

I had been on the brink once before.  334 pounds and a initial diagnosis of osteoarthritis led me to an effort of trying to improve myself.  Two years into Weight Watchers got me more active and sixty pounds lost.  For the first time in a long while I had hope, and my arthritis went dormant.

But oh ho - if I only knew about the sleeping dragon lying in wait for me.

The revelation came in the form of a nasty flare up that my prescribed OA drugs were not working on.  I go back to my doc, and that's when I get the word.

This first year with RA has been sucky to say the least.  Along with my Rheumatologist fine tuning my drug regiment, I've hunted up and down the net for information, enlightenment, and simple support.  That is why I will say right now that the purpose of this blog is to unleash another beast - my creativity.

You see, as much as my friends and my family do support me, I still feel a tiny bit alone. With the exception of one family member, none of them have RA. I have fellow blogs out there to lean on for the information and what life might be like in the future but in the meanwhile, I need an outlet.

I have always explored the world of writing, and still have a dream to write professionally in the future. One of the things I've noticed is when my emotions get into my writing, I can feel the power and the healing as well.

So in short, if you stick around, you might see some RA information, a vent or two, but mostly it will be me putting myself out here, in fiction and non-fiction form.

Nice to meet you,
RAmbling girl