Breaking the divide
Sometimes, while sitting at her computer, the writer in Sonia clams up much like the singing frog when pressed to perform. In diminishing her writing because her parents had dismissed her efforts as a child, she sees again the proverbial finger of her father in reminder that creativity came only to others, and she walks away. In the pause, her mind rushes with a plethora of connected thoughts that want expression. As though the thoughts had been freed from under a thick layering of winter ice, she fills with knowing that Spring comes for us all, and that the sun shines for everyone. The vastness of what holds us together being far greater than the walls that we erect to keep us apart, Sonia helps us to remember that happiness can’t be franchised either.