Monday, July 23, 2012

Why write...


Writing lets me be free....especially here. I write what is on the inside and lots of it needs an outing. I've never thought of myself as a "writer" nor will I ever. I just enjoy it and like that someone, mostly my kids or someone down the road might want to know, 'what did grandma think about?' Some of these things might be still be around to tell a bit about me. I hope it tells them I cared about 'stuff' that really mattered and didn't just talk about nails and hair color, but really tried to be wise and have a heart. I hope it shows me as weak and strong all at the same time. I hope it says that I tried and failed at perfection. I hope it tells them there is nothing so loving, as mercy and grace. I hope it screams about a bigger adventure that I have only ever been on, in my mind. Writing is hope. It can tie past, present and future into one little parcel. Did I mention I like it?

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