I Write

Sometimes I lose my words. Don't for a moment interpret that to mean I stop talking...alas, one aspect of my anxiety is that I talk MORE when I'm uncomfortable. But most of what I say is a nervous effort to fill the silence, because if it gets too quiet, I risk getting close to the inside of me.

Yesterday I attended a writer's retreat and one of the questions posed was "why do you write?"

There are lots of reasons people write, but my answer to that question is I write to heal. And I write to find out who I am.

In one short exercise we were asked to get quiet, close our eyes, allow an image come to us. So we did that, and then she told us to write about our image.

I don't know why I thought of the shower in my parent's bathroom when I was growing up, but I did. It was the scene of numerous painful experiences for me...and I've never really let myself get close to them.

The song "Glitter In The Air", which I had never heard before, was playing as we wrote, and I tried to capture and release that memory...to let it, too, become glitter in the air.

That is why I write.

Grateful for

1. Discovering the art of writing; I'd never thought of myself as a person with anything worth reading.
2. Meeting lots of my online heroes in real life for the first time. You're a source of continuous inspiration and insight. What a gift!
3. 2nd Annual Studio Night...I created something I've been planning to do for almost a year. I'll share it soon.
4. BONUS: Finding my words.