I write some words. They are the truth that stretches from my being up through my heart. I use my head and fingers only to get them down where I can see them. I look at them in wonder. I’ve been able to make something that has so much meaning. I tinker with it gently.I read it. I think about it. I wonder more about this gift I have to touch my feelings, to take them from my heart, to hold them in my hands and softly lay them on the page where anyone who wants can see them.
I don’t like people looking at me.
Why do I have no fear of letting them see my feelings?
A reader comes to leave a comment. The comment says
I’ve heard your words. I’ve heard the heart behind them. I read the feelings in the white space around them. I know the music of the language that you’re hearing. I know you from your words. I understand.
Then I understand too. I am a writer. I do it for the feeling that that comment brings.
Gratitude.
We all reach to understand and be understood in the way that we know how.
−me strauss Letting me be
11 comments:
How is it that the stuff you write makes a whole lot of sense, which I reckon should give me a sort of peace but instead it leaves me wanting for more?
I have to say I do agree with what you said last about reaching out to understand and be understood in the way that we know how. It's exactly how I feel about writing.
Thanks, Liz.
Hi Tree,
Thank you. Thank you for being you.
Well Said Liz.
Sometimes I think I know my blogger friends better than my real friends, for in here, we speak from the heart, while out there, we are guarded by convention.
The cool thing about the blogger community is that we dont waste our time talking about the weather...or if we do, the subject takes on a deeper meaning.
Hi Sasha,
Thank you for coming by. I tried to leave you a comment and the blog was misbehaving. I don't half of the time whether what say even makes sense to anyone, but myself. I'm glad you understood what I meant. I hope it gave you that little bit of peace.
I think we're all looking for that something more.
Hey Kelley,
There is that part abuot having to write your words that makes one take care to put some little thought behind what is said.
I do love the way that we talk about important things in inportant ways in here. And how folks who don't want to, just decide not to stay.
So true. Some bloggerrs want to talk trash, some want to rant on politics, some want to "hook-up"...whatever they look for, they can find a blogger community to feed their desires and prove their truths.
Life is like that too, I suppose. We find what we seek. Or to be prophetic: We manifest our chosen reality.
LOL
We manifest our chosen reality. Oh God! I hope his isn't something I chose!
I need to work on my choices again!
I reckon the reason why I'm left wanting is because your writing just pulls me back in and keeps me hooked. Addicted, perhaps?
I do appreciate you for writing the way you do. It makes me think. :)
Thank you Sasha,
Your writing does the same thing for me. I guess we have that in common. We'll have to go to the Betty Ford Writing Camp together.
Beautiful my friend, I do love your heart and hope you keep writing whats there for a very long time (hugs)
Hi Mergrl,
You keep reading and I'll keep writing for you.
It's simple sharing.
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