Updated: May 21
Today is another day when I have been thinking about the confluence of writing and life. I have been all over the map emotionally, swinging from fear, pain and disconnect, to love, connection and power. I thought of how a wise writer told me to write it all down and i see how right that is. I have to move out of the thinking critical brain and let it all flow onto the page, trusting in the words to arrange themselves later, even the messy ones. I can't worry about what others think. I realized that writing is less about what I write and more about the act of doing it no matter how it emerges. It is a form of holding a space for my life.
WW II ammo storage site in Colorado wilderness