Writing is painting the picture of me on a blank canvas. Moving away from the chaos of life, I can hear the almost inaudible voice of my soul. Then I reach for confidence to follow the paintbrush wherever it flows, sometimes painting dewdrops and other times thunderstorms. Colors of emotions, experiences, conversations melt together until I step away resisting the urge to tweak it once again. I take a deep equally satisfying and terrifying breath, as I realize my heart is free, no longer trapped in my chest. I’ve turn myself inside out and share my soul with the world.
Wow!!!!
Thanks, Kelly. You are always so encouraging. 🙂