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The Magic of Words
Writing is freedom and beauty brought to life in each word
Today is one of those days where when I showed up to write, I was reminded how incredibly freeing creating can be. When I’m not showing up to impress others or make a lasting statement for others to find, writing lifts me above the place where I am and shows me possibilities I’ve yet to consider.
It’s purely magical. Better yet, it’s transcendent.
Over the past couple of weeks, I have felt lost to my writing, to the words that usually flow freely from me and through me. In response to the lack of words, I chose to avoid writing.
It’s too easy to avoid writing when it’s a struggle. When the words are elusive, it’s far less painful for me to rationalize not writing every day than to do the work of being faithful to my gift. Despite the longing my heart has to create, I spin my wheels and fritter away the time I could be writing.
Instead of writing, I’ve spent time scrolling mindlessly through social media, lamenting the things others share on Facebook and Instagram. Of course, this feeds the worst parts of me, making the words even more elusive; creativity tends to hide from darkness and negativity.
But the pull of those words hidden away from both the dark and the light lures me to create…
