This post was inspired by Curious Evelyn Seeks blog this morning, “Passionately Curious”.  She made me remember how I only found my passions when I was able to be free of an abusIive dysfunctional marriage.  The last five years of that 32 year marriage I began to journal incessantly.  I needed to record the insanity in which I lived, the cruelty, the unhappiness.  I remember thinking “I have to write this down.  No one would ever believe this happened.”  As it turned out, during my three day divorce trial, the judge allowed me to use the journals during my testimony to remember dates and times of events.  I am sure they gave me a lot of credibility with him.

Once I left my marriage, I found I actually had some creativity as I learned to make jewelry.  I sell it online,( http://www.sundogsdesigns.etsy.com)  tho it is only a hobby now, because I still work full time.  I discovered a passion for the journey to recover my soul from the near theft of it, and have been passionate about my spiritual path since, leading me to become a reiki master.  I have always loved the sea, a passion that has only grown since I have been free.

And the writing, begun to simply record my life, has become a passion…with my book that’s underway, with this blog. Writing allows me a way to observe things, and work things out, and keeps me sane.

The point is…there are always blessings buried in the pain.  There is always growth that can come from destruction.  I would not trade the gifts I have been given that grew out of that sad, destructive, and chaotic time in my life.  Like my favorite author, Elizabeth Gilbert, says in “Eat Pray Love”, as she sat below ground in the ruins of Rome, “Ruin is the road to transformation.”  Absolutely true.  The duality is obvious.  There are always blessings in the destruction.