Writing my soul and heart..
I was made to write. Perhaps we all are. We are made to share our lives with others...there is comfort and release in sharing through written word. One could say that writers hide behind their words, but I would argue that for some, words swallow them up when left unwritten, and so the only way to escape being lost is to ride the wave of words out of their soul and onto the page. I wrote since I was young, but mostly in lyrical form. I sang to the mountains, the trees, and the feathers that I would randomly find on my long gallivants through the backyard. I sang to the wind, with the wind, against the wind and leaning into the wind for support. I danced and wrote and gave my words to the universe to hear. Strangely, in all my sharing, I never expected a return of words. However, I often heard an answer anyway. Sometimes it is that as we bear our soul, we hear ourselves for the first time. For within our words there lives a s...