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.
I left home at 19, and came back aged 27 with my own daughter. "You should be writing," Dad said. It was the dream that still eluded me.
This year has taught me one thing: In doing fewer things and sitting with nothingness and boredom, I’ve started hearing the murmurs of my soul.