Comments on: Shout YES from the rooftops http://www.escapefromcubiclenation.com/2008/04/01/shout-yes-from-the-rooftops/ Fri, 10 Feb 2012 00:48:48 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v= By: Dwight http://www.escapefromcubiclenation.com/2008/04/01/shout-yes-from-the-rooftops/comment-page-1/#comment-1192 Dwight Mon, 07 Apr 2008 05:11:57 +0000 http://www.escapefromcubiclenation.com/?p=109#comment-1192 My dreams were put aside for much grander things, so my father implied. He wanted me to get "the bug" - the burning desire to go after something, so long as it met his approval. I eventually stopped having dreams and my wick smoldered long ago. Yet, I always sensed something was wrong. I kept my eyes out for kindling, kept reading wise quotes, and learned to listen to that strange sound - the beating of my own heart. Yes! My heart! The pilot light was still lit. The kindling! It would ignite. Suddenly, I found myself uttering phrases that began with "I've always wanted to..." I listened to me and now I am free. It was in my heart right from the start. It began as desire then raged as a fire. Strange it would seem yet 't was my dream. I thought it was lost; considered not the cost. But now it was found as firm as the ground. Now I am free free to be me! Bless your heart for sharing ALL the things you have shared in this blog, Pamela! Just wonderful! To escape the cubicle nation is sheer ecstasy. Thanks for spraying a healthy dose of non-stick. My dreams were put aside for much grander things, so my father implied. He wanted me to get “the bug” – the burning desire to go after something, so long as it met his approval.

I eventually stopped having dreams and my wick smoldered long ago. Yet, I always sensed something was wrong. I kept my eyes out for kindling, kept reading wise quotes, and learned to listen to that strange sound – the beating of my own heart.

Yes! My heart! The pilot light was still lit. The kindling! It would ignite. Suddenly, I found myself uttering phrases that began with “I’ve always wanted to…”

I listened to me
and now I am free.

It was in my heart
right from the start.

It began as desire
then raged as a fire.

Strange it would seem
yet ‘t was my dream.

I thought it was lost;
considered not the cost.

But now it was found
as firm as the ground.

Now I am free
free to be me!

Bless your heart for sharing ALL the things you have shared in this blog, Pamela! Just wonderful! To escape the cubicle nation is sheer ecstasy. Thanks for spraying a healthy dose of non-stick.

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