The Spiral Staircase

The need to break out and to find one's true calling.

Experienced by Karen Armstrong, Catholic Nun turned writer. After years living in the cloister, she moves out to stand on her own, through ups and downs, sickness and health to find her place as a writer of various religions.

Sigh. A dream for me, to publish my own book on religion. A dream that has pretty much been swept under the carpet.

That being said, I must say that I'm pretty satisfied with where I am today. Gone are the days where my friends and I had to share money to get lunch, to buy cigarettes, sleep at the Esplanade to wait for the first train home. Looking back and reminiscing, those were fun days. Looking ahead, I'm thankful for all that I have. A job, friends, family and of course, my fiance.

I'll never forget the day he proposed.

In a world without absolutes, I've learnt to take each day as it comes, to be thankful with what I have. Yes, the complaints and disgruntled thoughts abound but through it all, I feel very much blessed.

To my baby, I dedicate this little poem to him.

Falling through space and time,
Hiding in the deepest recessions of my mind.
Never thought that you would come along,
Pulling me free with your song.

With the dawn new life it brings,
And through the night my heart shall sing.
Like Cupid and Psyche's immortal love,
My hope for us soars on the wings of a dove.