I want to write my way into the stars
I exist
Writing my way out of my head
To live
I want to burn the candle of inspiration
Ignite
Passion pumps through veins
I am alive
Heart speaks as I write words
I channel
Life speaks, I write words
I express
Grace comes in many forms
I am blessed
Spirit is infinite
I am boundless
Light is eternity
I am loved
With a heart full of wonder
I embrace
The song of the Spirit plays
I dance
In my vessel of stardust and water
I quest
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Bridget Vaughn
Bridget Vaughn is a Freelance Writer and a Yoga Teacher with a passion for creating meaningful heartfelt content.
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Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
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