I Find it that I come back to this, to the blog, to the writing whenever I am in rough waters.
It calms me down, it grounds me, it shows me the way.
In a way the is nothing else I have ever wanted to do than write.
The fountain of inspiration has flourished and dried out many times through the years.
For the past few years i thought it had died out completely.
Yet it came back with a strength like never before.
And now all of a sudden I don't want to write in a darkened room or under my blanket ashamed of what I have to say, censored by the thought of other's opinion.
I have always followed my heart even when gripped with fear.
It has taken me here, so far beyond my imagination .....where could it possibly take me now, that the fear is gone?
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