A lovely blogging friend commented that she can see both peace and sadness in my eyes. I think I was born with the sadness. I don’t know from when or where, but it seems to have always been in the depths of me. As far as the peace is concerned, that is something that has taken extreme dedication, focus, and prayer to acquire.
This is a short story from the many writings I did in efforts to heal myself. I believe I shared this piece before but cannot remember. I spent a period of four years writing. I collected some 265 typed pages in the form of a manuscript, much of which I have shared on this blog. People have inquired about the idea of me writing a book. I used to be hyper-focused on becoming a published author, so much that it became my goal and identity. With time, I came to a deep inner peace about my works; I understood that the passion for writing a book, though a necessary passion at the time, came from a place of ego and self-want. I am not attached to publishing any longer, especially not attached to gaining monies or recognition. I pray continually for humility and what is best for my higher good and those of others. I maintain an energy of release when I write: the release of stagnant energy, the release of want, of validation, of need. I write purely in hopes of being a light and answering my calling. I put intention and healing vibration behind every word. In most of my writing there is a distinct rhythm. This rhythm is intentional, and filled with my love. If I heal along the way, that is a wonderful bonus. What is more important to me, at this point in my journey, is giving to the world. That is what life means to me.
The Fig (Based on True Events)
By Samantha Craft
In some ways, during the first year at our duplex, our home served as a transitional stopping point for strangers: a person would arrive and rent out our spare bedroom and then, as if they’d landed on the jail space on the board game of Monopoly, after a few rolls of the dice, they’d move on.
Our first roommate, kindly Jeff, a man in his early twenties, arrived a few months after Mother and I had moved in. Sprouting a fantastic full head of cherry-red clown hair, Jeff was entirely intriguing—from his gigantic gold-rimmed glasses to the smooth glass eye with an iris-blue center he’d pop out from time to time and let me examine up close in my hand. Jeff had a puttering V.W. Bug that jerked and spat and carried us to fancy places like the local Taco Bell and the red-boxed television booth at the corner Lucky grocery store where I could watch Woody Woodpecker cartoons. Sometimes, my favorite sometimes, Jeff carried home his work case laden with the grocery store price numbers, each type housed in its own tiny pull out drawer. They were a hard flexible-plastic, nothing I’d seen or touched before. These clear drawers and the miniature treasures inside each drawer out rated any old doll house in my book.
For a very short while, Ruth, an eccentric plump puppeteer with wiry-white hair, lived in our home. She also had a case, but a much more impressive wooden one which housed her enormous stringed-puppets. Though the puppeteer wasn’t with us long, I fondly recall her performing puppet shows with her life-sized floppy marionettes out on our front patio.
The rest is in my book 🙂
Everyday Asperger's 
I love your writing, it’s beautiful and inspiring. It always makes me want to write. 🙂 Thank you for sharing, you beautiful soul.
-The Raven
What a very kind comment. Thank you much Raven. You are a dear. xo Sam
You have the whole world within you, Sam. That’s why there’s both joy and sadness in your face. Khalil Gibran said it –
“Then a woman said, ‘Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.’
And he answered:
‘Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.’ ”
Thank you.
I know this well. Thank you for reminding me. 🙂 Sam
Thank you Sam for the beauty you awake within me with your writing 🙂
What a very dear comment. Thank you. 🙂
I fear Robin too. Chills, my friend. You gave me chills.
Thank you. You are great. Always the one to go into the depths of another’s pain and walk there with her. Much appreciated. xo Sam
Your writing never ceases to amaze me Sam ~ so much draws the reader right into your world..and feel the feelings… what can be more of a gift than this… xxoo Love to you ~
That means so much to me. Thank you sweet Robyn. How are you? My thoughts are often with you and your journey. You are so brave and such a light to the world. xo Sea Sis Much love and hugs to you.
Hey, it’s nice to meet someone with the same understanding as me, maybe you could look at my blog too, or we could chat 🙂 Hannah
Please remind me again to look at your blog. I am busy at the moment, but would like to support you. Feel free to friend me on Facebook. The link is to the left hand side. All the best to you. 🙂
I’m glad you feel you don’t have to focus on publishing your book – for your serenity. But the selfish in me SO wants you to get it published! I get lost in your words, but they’re not lost on me. I can imagine looking up from reading it and realizing how late it got without me noticing!
hehe I saw what you and kindredspirit talked about on your blog. It made me giggle with delight inside. I can see a book someday. It just has to feel right inside. At the moment if I think about it I cringe and my stomach tightens. I’m waiting for someone to come organize my blog posts for me and get it into book form….the thought of that overwhelms me… 🙂 You are a special gift. Thank you. 🙂
Well, say what you will, you need to publish a book!
🙂
Scott
🙂 That makes me smile.