My love for writing stemmed from many years ago in a college class. I believe I may have worshiped my instructor - she understood me very well. The first part of our class was to empty the mind of clutter, and for 10 minutes we were required to empty our thoughts on paper, writing until there were no more words, or anger or feelings of joy.... empty. Then to just write the word "word" until a new thought came and you would empty those onto the paper. This has been my way of coping for many years - a gift, from someone that knew later on in life it would save my life in many ways. Today - I just want to write a few words, and then move on... because my love for expressing my feelings has been suppressed by such sadness that my soul is void of of joy. I feel it's hard to express my deepest thoughts as they are saved for a quiet place I hide in a lot lately. I want to get these next two posts over with - not because of a cold hard heart, but because they are blocks to me, they halt my progression and they need to be brought out into the sunshine to breathe with lessons of love, of joy, of gratitude, and of hope. Please just let me write the words..... they will be few, but important to me, and hopefully down the line after my heart is healed I can revisit moments and learn a bit more about life and myself. Hopefully help someone else instead of just myself. Let's get started....
word word word Thank you Mrs. Clarke word word word
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