use to say, “I would never date a trucker because I heard the stories!” Well surprisingly God had a beautiful man and a beautiful plan for me. The love of my life is a “trucker.” I never once thought of those words as my heart fell in love, but now instead of the stage where I should be I am on the road today, in a big truck traveling the back roads, showering in the showers at gas stations, and sleeping in a sleeper.

I am pink is a writing of love that came after my anger of the judgement that was placed upon me. I never assume or compare, I understand those who know pain on levels I can’t possibly yet understand, but I have seen the pain in the eyes of those that I know and those that have made my heart grow and opened my eyes to listen with love and not judgement. I am listening and always have listened.

Sometimes we don’t recognize that the emotions of anger and filtered stories of those who did love and care for us, were pushed away in a moment of disagreement, argument, or fear of being hurt. Most of the time these situations could have been fixed with a simple, “I’m sorry,” or “I forgive you.” Reality is that those same people and what put you together, was a common story. A mirror reflection of the internal struggle of jealousy and judgement we subconsciously have when we choose to let the fear of the unknown hold us back while others have made a choice to leap towards joy and happiness. The real emotion is often sadness that our fears and trauma have held us back.

My life of knowing I was surrounded by fears of the god they held to be responsible to take us to the flames of hell for speaking a truth, conditioned to not question the unknown and unintentional lies. Knowing that my channel could hear the chatter and fears of others was a reality I would come to accept, and this I guess is how it shall always be. A life of the stories, the lies that become the comfort of the life that we shall always be. In truth we are living in a bubble, but with a fear of heights or of flying into the sky trapped within that bubble. Have you thought that maybe you have always been floating above? With the rush and desire to just exist, overriding the fear of looking down, you will see the truth that the floating floor of the bubble is already suspended in the air.

There is a monster in me and “witch” by that I mean b**** I have not been able to please. There was a thirst for forgiveness and a desire to please. A dream and a wish of love and success that I would take from my soul to give to another. I had become tired and frustrated that no one was listening and the no one turned out to be me. That little witch and little monster had always been me, a desire and a frustration that I could not see until the day I fasted away instead of feasted to be. In the emptiness and the darkness I seen what I could not see. I could not hear pass the muffle of fears of the past, that I have always been love. Yes I have always been a “good girl” loving and kind. My soul had never intentionally hurt another but I punished myself with seeking forgiveness without ever knowing what I had done and when I may have spoken from the human I spent a lifetime with in stories and sending love. I was giving attention to the places that judged instead of those who inspired, silly little monster in me!