On Writing

Writing is an intimate form of communication.  It's like that slow dance that says it all without a sound.  You just know.  

When someone takes the time to read your words and understands where you are going with them (sans the grammar) or better yet, risks going on the adventure with you, it takes you to a deeper level.  I've often felt sad when people don't see the beauty in words.  It is a kind of music.  A Stradivarius (violin) reaching a sound so eloquent that only a few have an ear trained to embrace it.  

I have shared a lot of my work with you my readers.  Some pieces are better than others, some may touch a soft spot within you.  Some may go completely over your head because there isn't a place in your present bodymind to absorb it. Or maybe it just doesn't resonate with you at all.  

Writing exposes a lot about the writer.  I like sharing this with you.  Some take the time and write me back and you know, I always answer your notes. 

But if you can't come from your heart, or risk getting close to another, than you are leading a solitary life. That works for a lot of folks.  But I somehow believe the words, the pages find a place in your bodymind. Maybe stored for a time when it isn't so painful to remember.