put to paper
my safe space
put to paper
my safe space
Love soothes, but only with genuine empathy.
Don’t remove the struggle from my control.
Let me gain the knowledge I need to grow.
Be by my side, watch me heal.
See the places where it takes me.
Love doesn’t fix things. It just eases the conflict.
Don’t be the answer to my problems, my wannabe protector.
Be my companion on my own personal journey.
Enjoy my company, enhance my experience,
and inspire me by the path you take.
Love doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It needs you and me, together.
Free from distrust, anxiety, worry, anger, and shame.
It’s a warm place, filled with comfort and ease.
It’s a space where wholeness resides.
Our happy place created together.
Love feels easy, but people are hard. They’re complicated and stupid.
Don’t sabotage a good thing, intentionally or unintentionally.
Remember I’m who you love; you know why you do.
Fill any distance with kindness and care.
Especially those times when you’re sad.
Love always wants more quality-rich lingering moments of sweetness.
Any effort on your part to provide them is cherished.
Your reward is acquiescence to almost anything.
Comfort and pleasure is our prize.
Don’t hold back. Give me what I crave.
Love is required. And love is needed.
I’m not yours! I am mine.
In the quiet moments
I find myself
Seeing, contemplating, learning
Understanding the pain and pleasure of humanity
Solving life’s ever-challenging curves
Handling love’s quick entrance and departure
In the stillness, I am
Her piece etched something lovely onto my insides. Truly inspirational!
of me is your subjective
view. Not my problem.
entering my existence
more doors in my path
“Why do you write?”
I know I’ve asked this question of myself and others often. My guess is you have as well.
Each person is by definition a writer, whether they are paid to or not. Putting thoughts on paper or the computer via a typewriter, keyboard or in a notebook says you are. But are you a writer?
There are so many different ways and styles of writing, and so are the reasons that set writers down that path of producing their work. It can speak to millions or just a handful. The intention is always to convey information and thoughts but what that can actually represent is varied. Every year, writers produce a gazillion letters of the alphabet. No lie! And they use the appropriate grammar and punctuation to highlight facts, fiction, statistics, imagery, instructions, emotions, stories, poems, education, research and so much more…
But are you a writer?
It took me years to begin dedicating the majority of my time to it. The activities of daily life – family, home, friends, and job – were my priorities before I fully embraced the notion of becoming a writer for pleasure, and ultimately, for a living. Now it’s just a part of my identity.
And it refuses to let go.
Publishing a book last year, and actually selling books suggests I’m a writer too. So yeah, I’ll call myself a writer now.
I do it because I like everything about it. From beginning to end. Anticipating thoughts, letting them swirl around my head, the sound of my fingers hitting the keys rhythmically, constructing the right lines, and pristinely defining the feelings which bubble up. It’s all so rich and satisfying. And when you feel like it’s some of your best-written work, just wow.
In those still moments, I also want to understand more about myself. Even in times when the climate consists of disturbances around me, I tune them out and tune in to the place in my head where liquid thoughts move freely. Pulling one out after the other, I create a string of coherency and then pound them out on the keyboard. It’s about grasping the feelings and defining the deeper meanings. Writing helps me capture the essence of who I am.
This is why I do it. For myself, for me alone.
But it’s not what motivates me to make it public.
I knew I could pull a sentence together and usually had something good to say. But that never felt creative, just that I knew words. Writing on my blogs as well as others and getting the book to market have been the best ways for me to showcase my creativity. Who knew I had imagination too?!? I certainly didn’t for the longest time. It’s work, effort, emotionally-charged but oh so very fulfilling!
Getting it all out in public translates to being understandable and relatable. The bonus is achieving a palpable peace. Every bit of myself and the writing is intended to come with clarity and honesty. The goal is to put a spotlight on my humanity in whatever way my brain dictates it. Then voila’, each piece of writing becomes a short burst about who I am. I let the tale sell the author.
Making connections with individuals in the writing community is another wonderful perk and motivation to give more. I’ve been thrilled to rub elbows with some fellow writers that have the same intentions. They feel like my people. Their drive to write seems to mirror my journey. I run to them. Especially the ones with their elegant and brilliant style. They just pick up a pen and out comes the magic. It’s as if they easily command the dictionary to do their bidding in an incredibly harmonic way. Being open with my writing, I hope they glance my way. They help guide me to even better expression. And they enrich my life with their skills.
So why do you write?
I dive deep to know who I am.
It’s a loyal act of self-discovery and acceptance.
It’s never a bad thing.
I embrace who I am, sexually or otherwise.
I have a good opinion of myself!
I’m ok with me.
Being wanton is the opposite of humility,
just another word for immodesty.
Seems it truly is a good description of me.
It’s the place underneath the obvious.
I wanna go deep.
Time to overcome this unease.
I wanna be still.
To excise the superficial, project the truth.
I wanna be real.
To let the music carry me on its wings.
I wanna feel free.
Reveal the tenderness and compassion buried in my pain.
I wanna be me…
I wanna to be happy.