…such a wealth for writing!
And just in case any of the handful of loyal readers to the Archives may be wondering, my present state of mind (and heart) is fine and well. That last Imprint post may have been a little heavy, but truth be told, if I was actually in the deepest throes of that wallow it never would have made it on to WordPress. It took a year to write about dead grass from a king-size tent and crying in a towel. It may take another year to laugh about it.
But maybe not that long after all. Because once you give the story words, in many ways, it leaves you. And not the melancholy leaving of an airport goodbye. More like the freedom found in flight with real-life feathers.
“Just give it away!” said Lisa Goettel in my ‘Rise Up Singing’ workshop. Her hands gesturing out from her body like she was slinging her very essence across the room. She was speaking of our voices and letting them free. No holding back. No hoarding. No saving for a rainy day.
Rainy days will come and go but our deepest well will never dry. Tap this place and share, because we know there is abundance. The replenishing fathoms of our feeling hearts. Our expanding throats filled with a kaleidoscope of tones. Our words gush forth, seeping forgotten crevices and tangling with ancient roots in terra firma. This soil is fertile in forever. Just give it away!
So thank you to all the bringers of broken promises. All those that told untruths. There is gratitude to every footfall that walked further from my doorstep. You gave me the chance to love and give it away.