I love that we’re all created with a safety switch. Just as we’re about to haul off and “fire”; lose our calm and composure all over the place, we can go to that uniquely embedded, divinely placed thing that has the capacity to bring us back to center. For some, it’s a physical activity and for others it’s found in the act of creating. Call it an outlet or a diversion, but we each have it; an interest in something that brings peace to the seas of our lives. Let’s be honest, sometimes we still totally lose it anyway. Guilty! But if we allow ourselves our divinely placed outlet, we find a fresh breeze that regenerates and renews us.
The thing that centers me is writing. It brings me peace and composure. It’s where I think and where I pray. I NEED to write. Like I need to breathe air; I need to write. Maybe more accurately; like I need to swallow. I think, and think on things. I chew on them. Then I write it out. Sometimes it’s really embarrassing and silly. The stuff I would never want to show another living soul much less reread. Actually, I take that back. In the moment it’s sooo brilliant and insightful… almost always. It’s only after a bit of time that I have clarity enough to shred the piece. But my writing is and always has been my mental and emotional swallow. It gets that big bite of whatever I’m sifting through, out of my mouth and into a place where it can properly nourish me and be digested.
Each of us has a unique expression of our talents and it's sacred and deserving of respect. Do the things that bring your life back into focus and create wholesome, unadulterated joy. Be the unashamed, unrestrained, wild you. Release that person you hide away from the scrutiny of others. Sing, dance, jog, paint or like me, write your heart out. Be beautifully you!
Writer and fellow traveler on the road of life.