Why I write...

I am a woman. So naturally, I possess the gift of creativity.  For me, creativity is going to the heart of who I am and allowing what is there to blossom.  It is daring to be seen and heard without reverence to the rules.  It allows me to be ridiculous, candid and genuine—without judgment and with compassion.  Creativity occurs when I hold a space in my heart for that which is innocent and completely dependent upon me to allow it to safely explore new beginnings.  Creativity is about letting go of fear and intentionally offering the purity that resides deeply inside me. Creativity is knocking at my door; and I am not sure how far I want to let it in...for when I do, I have a responsibility to entertain it, to respond to it.

As a woman, one of my creative roles is to give birth. So I write to give birth to the voice inside me. I write to know my spirit's wisdom and to make sense of my life. When I take time to write, and weed through the jabber and confusion in my head, I become connected with the truth that resonates in my heart. Each time I sit at my computer and allow my fingertips to begin their dance across the keyboard, a harmonious rhythm is created—and a conversation with me is begun—one I could never have with another because they don't know all my secrets, hopes and dreams—and thus could never be as authentic as I can be with my paper.

I write because words matter.  And because in between their spaces and pauses are silences where truths can become known to us, if we listen.  I write to remember and reflect.  I write to articulate how my journey has led me to become the person I am today. I write with hope that my choosing to create and share my creation will cultivate connection, both with the Divine and with others.