Sometimes, I need to remember: I am a Writer. This summer I got to LIVE and BREATHE writing, and it nourished my soul. Yes, I remember soaking in the sunniness of it’s words and feeling it fill my body and created “I LIVE Poetry.” Each day, I lived poetically with music and photography and art and just noticing…and my friends, I must say, I had never been happier. I had to return to my job…which I love, but it IS a time sucker. Soon I was in a whirlwind of meetings and have tos, instead of I want tos…and literally writing almost came to a screeching halt. I pined for my artistic side to be fed…I remember noticing many things I wanted to sit and write about…but alas, my seat in the seat could not happen. The best part was I understood it was temporary…
Last night, I got to enjoy a fabulous group of writers, and they reminded me of the beauty of words and the healing of words and yes, sometimes the mysteries and elusiveness of words. I reveled in all that they shared. Windows to souls…and I knew I wasn’t the teacher anymore, but a fellow participant who just loved what I was doing, ENGAGING in writing.
Writing, it has MAGIC POWERS…it can heal…it can bring joy.
Have a blessed day my friends. And thanks to my buddy Michael, that sometimes it’s committing to just a few words a day.