The written word soothes me. Always has.
I am comforted by their familiarity - not a day goes by when I don't need them to gather and provide the information that tethers me to those around me - and terrified by the vastness of their power.
As a journalist, I often grew irritated by the rules that surrounded what was considered legitimate writing. As a occasional poet, I find myself lost in dizzying searches for the perfect written expression of my thoughts and feelings.
Now that I consider myself neither poet or reporter, I find myself lost, adrift.
Like something is missing. It's been driving me nuts, in a vague way, kinda like knowing you've forgotten to do something important, but can't remember for the life of you what it is. Maybe in my effort to make a clean break from my past, I left something behind that I needed.
Maybe I'm looking for a way to reconnect to words in a way that will recharge my spirit in a way nothing else ever has.
We'll see.
The journey toward that connection begins today.
