A person journaling by a window overlooking a sunset-lit landscape
Writing is a way to open my heart.
Sometimes I write words so wise they seem beyond myself. Months, even years later, I uncover my journals and scribbled notes and wonder who wrote these profound words?
I search for the author and damn--it was me.
Somehow, writing sets me free.
Yes, I do miss dance--the leaps, the grand jete, the pirouettes, the twists and turns. But there comes a time when we simply can't.
So now, writing is my best friend, my healer, my significant other.
Take my hand and lead me anywhere you will--over mountains, over oceans, deep, deep into bliss.
Yes, write until...until...until...
the page keeps breathing blending dreams and reality living and the dead past, present, future become one quiet symphony
I will write until the page becomes my pulse each word a footstep leading me back into myself and beyond
I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.
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3 thoughts on “Writing a Path to Openess”
Beautiful and wise writing! ~Charles Harmon
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I love receiving your words. Thank you.
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I love reading your words. They sound open and honest. Thank you for sharing your heart. 💜
Beautiful and wise writing! ~Charles Harmon
I love receiving your words. Thank you.
I love reading your words. They sound open and honest. Thank you for sharing your heart. 💜