Musing on the act of writing …
Your Feelings Might Not Have Words
And that’s okay
Sometimes feelings have no words.
Trying to define, capture, or explain feelings often does violence to what they are and reduces them to air. Vapors and vibrations without substance. Weightless. Void. Empty.
I sit trying to listen to the silence.
At least part of the time.
Sometimes I write in a futile attempt to discover something new. Or to distract myself for a while before returning to my seat.
Most words flashing on my screen will soon be gone anyway. A single click of the delete button and they vanish forever.
And so it goes. Not only for me, I’m sure, but for many who aspire to become a writer.
Dreamers.
Poets.
Or at least those of us who dream of being poets.
Most words flashing on my screen will soon be gone anyway.
But too many of us are not serious enough to do the work. We’re too distracted to dig and mine the words needed to share what’s in our hearts.
Much of the time we don’t even have the remnants of a discarded scrap of paper or an abandoned…
