As a young adult, I lost my connection to the pen for a while. My writing was academic and practical, with no ink left for self-expression.
I pray that Kali awakens the rebel within us all, to shift the planetary energy, for it is individuals who create the culture that govern our behavior.
This epiphany is writing itself into my life like a stylus on an Etch A Sketch, attracting filaments of goodness and gifts in an array of configurations.
Simply, for me, writing supports my beingness. It holds all of the complex and multidimensional aspects of my personality.
Sometimes creativity moves through you in the strangest times and places. In the middle of the night, waking you from a vision of a dream, you open to the page and words fall out of you. In a soul-destroying meeting, you look down, and your pen has drawn an intriguing creation. Or on an ...
Creation grants me the space to capture the words that had eluded me at the time they were dying to creep out from hiding.