Feeling free to pursue what you love, building up the courage to discover your greatest potential, having the opportunity to have your voice heard, beginning to touch the very lives of people from different corners of the world, are amongst the greatest accomplishments a writer could attain in life. But this is only where the flight takes off, where the journey of a writer begins. Yet, without the courage to leap forward wholeheartedly into the unknown the flight would never happen. In order to fly into the unknown, the plane actually has to take off. I have recently realized, that I have been sitting stock-still in the pilot seat and I was missing out on the potentially greatest adventure of my life. What was I waiting on? It wasn’t that I lacked the skill to carry out my flight, it was simply that I just wasn’t asking myself the right question. Sometimes, all it takes to shift your life into the right direction is a single question. One question can lead you to follow your heart’s calling, one question can change the backdrop of your life’s canvas.
About two months ago, my husband asked me probably the greatest question anyone has ever asked me. His question, “If you had to choose between illustration, fashion design, and writing what would you choose?” was everything I needed to hear. Of course, the question assumed that there just wasn’t enough time for me to do all of those three things I was passionate about, at the same time, which there certainly wasn’t. Thus, I did have to choose. I unequivocally answered, “Writing!” He then asked me why. I explained that, for one, it is something I am deeply passionate about, it’s something I am talented at, and most importantly with writing I can actually touch and move, possibly even change, the very lives of people. My husband then uttered “Well, then, this is exactly what you should do.” I stood back and really digested the thought. That very evening I made the decision that this was exactly what I was going to do. It’s difficult for a passionate person to put certain passions on the back burner, to shove them to the side, because it does give a person that sense of feeling of abandonment and passionate artists really do not want to abandon any big love in their life whatsoever. It is a laden burden to feel that you are abandoning something you love because it feels like you are giving up on a part of you that is dear to you and highly significant to who you are. But, I realized that my choice to focus on a single task alone didn’t mean that I was necessarily abandoning anything. I chose not to look at it as a moment of forsaking one passion for another, but to look at it as a choice to give a most deep passion of my heart my whole attention, all of me. Anything significant we do in life that truly can be accomplished, in a stellar manner, requires our full investment of ourselves, our undivided attention. I then finally thought, if I am going to succeed I need to give it my best, my all, everything of me. So I started at poem number one.
A week later, I created a Facebook Page entitled “The Creative Visionary” in order to give greater impetus to my efforts and share my poetry with people. The page was also intended to introduce my philosophy behind the idea of “The Creative Visionary” and what that meant to me. My mission, as stated on my page, is to move the stars painted on the canvas of minds in such way that it leads to much inspiration, reflection, awakening, courage, and hope, all this via the desire to share with the world a long overdue passion rooted in the spirit of a deeply romantic 21st century female poetess. The many likes and follows, as well as the beautiful reactions from people from different corners of the world indeed, astounded me. In only a matter of two weeks I had more than four thousand likes on one of my favorite poems entitled “The Book.” Then a few days later, every one of my posts disappeared from my Facebook page. I was shocked. I wasn’t sure if that was as a result of something I did, like accidentally clicking on some button I wasn’t supposed to. It was very probable that this was some accident on my part, considering I was working on my poetry mostly during very late hours after draining hours at my day job. Nevertheless, that did not stop me. I started from ground zero again. I re-posted some of my poems and continued on with my quest. It not only felt I was doing the right thing, but I knew I was. The mishap only intensified my desires and efforts to a higher level to the point that I was only able to see progress ahead. I felt a sense of purpose, unlike any time before in my life. I definitely knew, my flight took off.
In order to give my passion my all, I needed more of that which is so precious – time. So, I left my corporate job in order to have more time to focus on the completion of my manuscript. Only a month later, my thirty poem manuscript was coming to its final stages. Tonight, I am standing with my finished manuscript in my lap, finding myself writing this short story from Oconomowoc, Wisconsin. I drove all the way here to stay specifically at the Inn at Pine Terrace because I wanted to finalize my manuscript in a home that not only felt like home to my soul, a Victorian beautiful mansion that was built in 1879, but because I wanted to finish what I started in a place that had very special symbolism in my eyes. The mysterious room known as “The Parlor,” an enchanting little room, was the perfect time machine companion to my flight into my vision for the future. Here, more than one hundred years ago, people came to hold private conversations and exchange words that were meaningful. This sentiment is very dear to me, as I take my flight forward with my life as a poetess I find myself transported back in time to a period of great passion and elegance, a time period in which people appreciated the ardent and sentimental hearts of the romantic poets and writers. I realize, as I type these words, that my flight has not only taken off but that I am already in the air, I am on my way.
The first flight of the poetess in me was a vigorous stretch, the most beautiful display of passion in my life I wouldn’t trade for anything in the whole wide world. It takes great sacrifice, much courage, and a whole lot of guts to leap into the unknown meanwhile leaning on great passion and hope. All the late and sleep deprived nights of this past month, were worth it. I feel extremely set on fire to get my work published and will not settle until I reach my final and successful landing, meaning seeing my works published in the pages of a book of poetry of my own. Why? Because I believe that dreams can be attained where there is hard work, perseverance, and great passion. Moreover, because I deeply believe that it is never too late to follow the calling in my heart, that brightly shining spark within that gives my life the greatest sense of meaning and purpose to who I am as a poetess, writer, and artist. This poetess’ first flight, my flight, is the most meaningful action I have undertaken in my life, a life which has been made so that we overcome, be, and become. No greater or more suitable timing or place, for this, than now and here. I cannot wait for the landing.
The Poetess (XXX)
Carmen A. Kraela
Ink painting the creative runway
Easing the final landing
Epilogue, the fly system unveiling
The heart’s lyrical unearthing
Voice of the poetess
Diamond sprinkled resounding
End of the first, poetic flight.
The quenching has been satisfied
Dreams draped in lyrical eyeful,
The written outburst
Stars swept in splendor
Resting in my palm
Priceless memento, the manuscript,
The writer’s heartfelt sentiments.
Enraptured by the journey’s quest,
The flight over places new,
The travel that is boundless
Word mining, arduous but passionate,
Lyrical jewels, adorning