I want to write. I am hungry to write and to share it to anyone who is interested.
Over the course of my life I have periods when a certain form of expression starts knocking on my door; it keeps knocking despite a well-honed capacity to pretend I can’t hear. It has eventually got too strong to ignore and has resulted in periods of painting, mosaic making, song writing, dancing. Recently the one knocking is the writing muse. And it is not just that I want to write, it is that I want to communicate.
So here I am creating a space in which I can allow my thoughts of the day or the week to be aired.
Unlike a conversation with someone in which there is an intermingling and a mutual stimulation of creative mind, these words are just what move in me as I move through my life. And having said that, they are always, inevitably, drawn out by the events and people in my life; what is touching, inspiring, devastating, ordinary, delightful in the unfolding of this personal (and collective) history.
These are extraordinary times. I feel an urgency, a call, an imperative, both personally and in the face of our shared human predicament, to step forward.
I am not here looking to do anything grand, just to open up my own mind – connected up with my heart and grounded in my body – and attempt to communicate, and see what comes through in the process. Not as a teacher of anything, just as a human being attempting to make sense of life again and again.
I have been afraid to step forward like this. But really, I am tired of holding back because I am afraid of not being good enough, inspiring enough, accurate enough, light enough, deep enough, funny enough… already enough… here I am… like this, right now. And, for goodness’ sake, I am a grandmother now – it is absurd to keep running those stories when I have a beautiful grand-daughter to love and cherish, enjoy and some day to guide!
So today, as I launch this thing, I decided not to show any close friend, who might be encouraging and discerning, to read it through and give me the confidence to get on with it. I just need to say it because I want to say it.
Thank you for your interest.
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