My Story, My Dreams, My Thanks!

Everyone has a story. In each story there are protagonists, and antagonists- and in every story are the background characters who would be the friends or alliances of the main characters. Friendships can make or break you. My story is filled with friends and acquaintances who have taught me so much about myself and who I am. I know that it is all because of God. 

And friends are friends forever

If the Lord's the Lord of them

And a friend will not say never

'Cause the welcome will not end

 

My story is one of a girl who is too logical to be a dreamer but in her deepest recesses she is one and dearly wants to be released. Through her friendships she is learning and has learned that dreams are real and they can and will come true. My friends have taught me so much. I look at our lives and realize we are growing in our destinies. I realize that my deepest fears were just that. You can fall in love, get married, get 'fat', and be your worst self- yet still have a man who loves even the smallest part of you. You can go through an all out war due to some serious misunderstandings where all sides disrespect each other and end up having a close relationship with in-laws that rival and at times surpass the ones you have with your family. (Sorry Mrs. T for hurting you. I do love you and look to you like a mom!)

My friends have inspired me to work at my dreams. I have a dream of someday writing and publishing my own novel. I'm working on that dream now. One of my dreams is to learn how to sew. My dream project is the picture of the yellow dress below but for now I am working on a simple yet elegant two piece for an upcoming wedding. My friend Olivia is teaching me how to sew. I am working hard at emptying myself of my dreams so I can start new ones.

To my friends, my family and my in-laws- I thank God for you. You inspire me to be more and do more. I know I can do it all because of you! Keep Ecclesiastes 4:12 in your hearts and spirits.

"A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken." [Ecclesiastes 4:12. NLT]

~The Diarist~

Every moment is meant to be taken in and reflected on.

Apple

Pick up an apple and ask practically any child in the Bahamas (over the age of 3) what it is and they can identify it. It has been so deeply ingrained what an apple looks like that we all can imagine an apple whilst reading this (event without the picture).

I was just thinking today how someday I want my name (Natasha Rufin) to be just as identifiable in the literary world at large. When you hear Rufin you think of me. How can I achieve this? Not hiding my talent (as I am oft times prone to doing). Just had to pop in to remind you not to hide your talents or your individuality. Find your identity- like the apple.

Keep Luke 11:33 in your heart & Spirit.

The Diarist

Blue...

As he listened to the music of Senses Fail he was inspired to let the words below flow. Mr. William Dean is an amazing young man, a very sweet, talented & true gentleman. He loves God, music, swimming, drawing & being with the persons he loves playing games/talking. It is with great pleasure that my first guest author is none other than my fiance- Will!

Girl in Blue Dress...
By:
William Dean

I sit on this park bench watching.
watching her dance in her pale blue dress.
dancing barefoot to the song of her mind.
her cigarette leaving a thin smoke trail in air.
adding an ethereal effect to her performance.
it's three in he morning.
our respective cells vibrating nigh uncontrollably with calls from our folks.
i don't care.
the only thing that matters is your enticing dance.
the world could end right now, but
i wouldn't care.
Your dance is all that matters.

i at times wonder why you have such a need to dance.
i asked you why.
Why such a need to dance with the
cool and windy nights as your backdrop?
why dance until you collapse?
you looked at me and replied with tears slowly cascading down; "because it eases the pain of my heart.
it hurts so much and i don't why."
you then collapsed in my arms and cried yourself to sleep.

from that day on, i let you dance. dance to ease the mysterious pain. each dance never same except the ending.
each dance ends with a faint smile on your face.
it's now 4.
i see you finally gently collapse on the damp park grass.
i put out your fallen cigarette, knelt down, and then brushed the hair slowly from face to see your smile.
it brings joy to my heart.
this ritual that you have created that eases the pain of your heart.
i then pick you up bridal style to make a our trek home.
We shall be back here soon...


June 27th, 2011
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