On the Writer

Writing, or being a writer, is another facet of my personality (attachment to what I do and what I want to be). A facet that I am trying to let go in order to simply embrace the love and inspiration of being released into my ability to Express. Once I acknowledged that I write as a varied means of expression, that I an not necessarily A Writer (this is steeped in shame), my will to write without constriction became fiery. I no longer had to grapple with the title, the jobness of it all. I wanted to be A Writer since the fourth grade, when Mrs. Craig said I could. Encouraged, I spent years writing, even when the belief that it would become a "profession" was replaced with other callings, and I always returned dutifully to my words, my appreciation for it running in some deep cave. I am indebted to my gift. I will and can draw on it - without the force of it evolving into a want for renown or God only knows, sustainability.

I write, some days, with heart outstretched.