I have not written. It escapes me.
The notion rises near daily, then evaporates as a wisp.
Sentences promise to line up. Topics ticker tape across the marquee of thoughts, but fade and spill into the mist of distractions.
Immediacy calls out, speaks internally about life’s shortening thread and the reduced opportunities to tell stories. Relentless, Immediacy rises up to inspire the will to write.
Decision Making counter argues. Decision Making tangles the story yarns; knots the family of origin lore with travel logs, splits threads between loss or redemption memoire, and balls up faith stories with frayed epistles of doubtful searching.
Decision Making teams with the uninvited Nay Sayer to haggle internally over the value of recording any of it. Where would the stories find readers or purpose? One woman’s collection of tales, the Nay Sayer posits, among billions of her peers; why would that have value?
"The Only unique contribution that we will ever make in this world
will be born of our own creativity."
Brene Brown, Daring Greatly
Spirit, the sacred and divine within all, rises.
Spirit persistently urges – write.
Spirit devotedly whispers, every story matters.
Every story reflects the weave of a striving heart,
co-created by divine intent and human interpretation.
Record personal history, recount disasters and discoveries
to herald the dearly attained saga of human transformation.
“The voice that spoke light into existence is the one we need to expel the darkness within and bring us to light, to life, and to love. Working on us like an instrument that is out of tune, God masterfully tightens and loosens the strings until notes resonate properly and reflect the most beautiful of sounds. We find our voice when we find His voice.” p. 60
The Artisan Soul: Crafting Your Life Into a Work of Art,
Erwin Raphael McManus