ProcessApr 16, 2015
When I write from my heart I am usually surprised when I read what I have written. The words capture the essence of what I am feeling or was feeling but are not what I would have chosen to write if I were thoughtfully crafting the work. I read the words and know they came from me. I can remember the process of the writing. Yet the words seem strange. I have spoken and written about my writing before. I feel when I am writing that I am transcribing words that are being spoken into my ear. My writing is artful listening, hopefully. I do not know who or what the speaker is. Is it me? Is it the muse? Is it Angels? Is it GOD? I do not need an answer. Frankly, I don’t want an answer. I just want to continue hearing. My goal is not to be a great writer. I seek to be a good listener and a good scribe.