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My audacious goal. My beloved vision. My soulful, beloved dream.
I give myself the gift of five minutes to write about my audacious goals, my beloved vision and my soulful beloved…. Dream, hope, ambition.
I will keep my fingers moving, I will not answer the texts coming in, I will not stray off the writing path for five minutes which is such a small amount of time but is so easy to go astray.
Stay my love. Stay.
My audacious soul goals come close. I can feel them surrounding me. They are the people who will be reached by what I am consciously creating. Word-love.
I’ve long wanted to start a publishing company. A sustainable publishing company that supports writers whose voices deserve to be heard, voices that make the world a more joyful, loving, accepting, nurturing place.
That’s why I create experiences, after all, so that I may nurture and love writers into being – so that people who have an urge and a message underneath all the barriers and blocks may rediscover their messages and together, we may birth them. Through books and broadcasts and connections with other people –
Art. Theater. Whatever medium that particular person is called or compelled to and even that changes, even that morphs and moves and flexes.
Who thought I would enjoy livestreaming – she – who – doesn’t – sit – still – t- - watch – videos people send me.
I will watch my friends because I love my friends, I connect with them. In theater the audience is a part of it (why I love livestreaming and need to practice to love youtube and I’m getting there.)
So back to my audacious, beloved, soulful goal.
This is the world, who is clamoring for me exactly as I am.
I am love, personified.
My words are light in a sometimes dark alley.
I write. I share. I show up scarred and disjointed and so imperfect I’ve lost count of my imperfections. I show up anyway as I hope others will when they see I do.
I have five minutes to say something normal.
The timer goes off and I don’t think this qualifies as normal and today, it works.
(I think I'll go for a walk someplace pretty and try this again.)