Words. Splatters of phrases mixed with heart, healing, emotion, fire, pain, solace, and the Divine. Words.
They matter. I love words. I’ve been writing since I was a teenager. I think I began my first journal somewhere around the age of 15. To be honest, I wrote songs first. I could hear soaring melodies and dissonant harmonies in my head. Words joined themselves together like arms linking one to another.
Lyrics would form, and I would sing them. I love doing this. But… 2013 brought a different kind of writing that allowed me to see the beauty of words on a page in a different way. I took on writing a memoir and more inspirational nonfiction. I never called myself a writer before. I had a difficult time owning that truth.
I am a writer.
Maybe I don’t fit the traditional definition, maybe you don’t either. That’s okay. The truth of the matter is this :: my words matter whether written for print or written to vocalize. I accept them both, and this has been the greater gift of epiphany, of total self acceptance.
I don’t have to live separate writing identities, and neither do you. We can be fully ourselves who we are, who we’re made to be. We can show all our glory. We can speak in whispers or scream from the rafters.
Fling them far and wide. They will catch.
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1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
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