I realize that I'm not posting too much about writing lately. I told my mom that I had posted something about a certain subject and she checked my other blog because as she said, "That other one is just writing stuff, isn't it?" HA! This is the one where I don't censor myself like I so often did with my other blog.
I am being taught. I am learning about healing. I am healing. I wish that I could be more specific, but at this point I'm not sure how. There are changes going on that I can't explain, and ones that I can, but that doesn't make them any less miraculous to me. My body is changing, my mind, my heart, my soul. And writing about it? I pray to have the courage and divine guidance to be able to organize it onto paper. For almost ten years, I have felt as if I need to gloss over, deflect attention to, or avoid the subject of this painful journey I've been on. I make references to it, but I always just assume everyone knows what's going on and then when I'm with someone I try never to let it define me. I can't help thinking, knowing, that I can't keep my journey to myself or not share what I have learned because what if it helps just one person? Faith, courage and discipline. I need those three things to write the things I need to write. The inspiration is there.
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