Greetings and salutations, as the beautiful Charlotte once said.
Today is the first day of the "Pleasure Prints: Divergent Ink Book 2" Blog Tour and I have the amazing opportunity to be the first author featured this week. Because of this I have opted to chat a bit about The Rhapsody of Divergent.
Please enjoy!
Divergent, 1st and 3rd Definitions:
Diverging; differing; deviating.
Having no finite limits.
Rhapsody, 2nd Definition:
An ecstatic expression of feeling or enthusiasm.
The concept of time is subjective. Some view it as liniar, others as infinite and other still as spherical. Independently from most, I see time as the substratum of finite and innumerable moments. Like the negatives in a camera, each impression taken are a second in our lives and the foundation of the whole at the end of our days. So to say something like, “For a long time” or “As far back as I can recall” or perhaps, “I remember when” are to put limitations on the boundless.
What I can say is that, ever since cohesion and consciousness was born to my person I can recall but a singular and absolute truth … I was different.
Throughout my life I struggled with yet another truth, I was frequently misunderstood. Not in a mean or imperious way, rather in a way that caused me to have to oversimplify my intellect and diction in order to accommodate others’ understanding. It was no one’s fault, to be sure. It was just a fact of life in this life.
My life has mostly been full of happy moments, and for that I am grateful. However, the challenge of having to continuously feel like a misfit was like wearing a cape every day of my life. Like having to hide the most prevalent fingerprint of who I was.
This introspective debacle came to an end the day I met the All Authors family. The unveiling was like fresh air on a hot day. Like finally sipping on an ice cold cup of water after arduous labor.
The more I got to know the members, the more I understood that they understood me. Whether preordained or accidental, I am uncertain, but soon we found ourselves reveling in the beauty that profound conversation offers. And OH, how refreshing it was …!
One day I was presented with the opportunity to join the Divergent Ink venture. I was simultaneously humbled and honored to have been invited, and I immediately jumped at the chance to participate. You see, I automatically presumed that the foundation of Divergent Ink was to speak from the soul. To say things that I would not otherwise express on subjects that I would not otherwise speak on. The invitation was like a calling to my heart that filled me with elation and purpose.
I, in my heart of hearts, felt as though Divergent would give me the opportunity to express that which I’d secluded for so long that precluded me from conveying the words of my soul. Thus, the adventure began.
Two instalments in and many more to go, I am more than thrilled to continue on this path that time has paved for me. Now and forever, I will be celebrating the rhapsody of my divergence.
What I can say is that, ever since cohesion and consciousness was born to my person I can recall but a singular and absolute truth … I was different.
Throughout my life I struggled with yet another truth, I was frequently misunderstood. Not in a mean or imperious way, rather in a way that caused me to have to oversimplify my intellect and diction in order to accommodate others’ understanding. It was no one’s fault, to be sure. It was just a fact of life in this life.
My life has mostly been full of happy moments, and for that I am grateful. However, the challenge of having to continuously feel like a misfit was like wearing a cape every day of my life. Like having to hide the most prevalent fingerprint of who I was.
This introspective debacle came to an end the day I met the All Authors family. The unveiling was like fresh air on a hot day. Like finally sipping on an ice cold cup of water after arduous labor.
The more I got to know the members, the more I understood that they understood me. Whether preordained or accidental, I am uncertain, but soon we found ourselves reveling in the beauty that profound conversation offers. And OH, how refreshing it was …!
One day I was presented with the opportunity to join the Divergent Ink venture. I was simultaneously humbled and honored to have been invited, and I immediately jumped at the chance to participate. You see, I automatically presumed that the foundation of Divergent Ink was to speak from the soul. To say things that I would not otherwise express on subjects that I would not otherwise speak on. The invitation was like a calling to my heart that filled me with elation and purpose.
I, in my heart of hearts, felt as though Divergent would give me the opportunity to express that which I’d secluded for so long that precluded me from conveying the words of my soul. Thus, the adventure began.
Two instalments in and many more to go, I am more than thrilled to continue on this path that time has paved for me. Now and forever, I will be celebrating the rhapsody of my divergence.
COMING SOON!
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