I began writing into journals at the age of sixteen. I still write in journals, pocket notebooks, note cards, sticky notes, and, sooner or later, into my computer. Writing is a way of life for me. It is how I hold conversations with the Great Unknown. I give myself permission to write about whatever calls to me. I write out whatever spiritual paradox, creative idea, or, relationship challenge presents itself to me. As I write I story my life. Instead of letting the world, or my past, or even circumstances I am in dictate my story, I write. I reframe. I re-story. I add new characters, … Continue reading
Still Writing
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