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writing is the painting of the voice

 

Realigning 26 letters over and over to cause the heart to beat faster, the head to nod in agreement, and the spirit to rise in joy of understanding, is a deep-driven desire that demands that we push ourselves past the point of fear into the abject torture of waiting for acknowledgement.

I am not one to beg for attention, I believe in myself enough to be confident in who I am and strive for more… achievement, success, confidence, empathy.  Yet, as solitary as my writing is, I want to inspire others to reach beyond their own confines of spirit.

We live in an age where clicks are the barometer of engagement.  Disturbing, conflicting, funny, topical, or inflammatory writing will get a reader’s hackles up.  But the attention span today has been measured at an average of seven seconds!

If you are still here, thank you for reading my posts or choosing to follow me, commenting to let me know your perspective – – whether consent or dissent – – and sharing with others those thoughts that make you feel enlightened or introspective.  I am so grateful and appreciative that you have chosen to hear what I have to say and it means more to me than you could know.

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“Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.”

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

broken heart

Grief is not a competition.  Sadness has no limit.  Physical or mental pain is not on a scale in comparison to any other individual.

Again and again, I am reminded that people who have not experienced what we have, feel that they are entitled to tell you how long, how much, or how valid your feelings are.  Can you tell me why I don’t like eggplant?  Can you tell me why I don’t like the color brown?  Of course not; we are individuals with a lifetime of experience and determination of our needs, likes, dislikes and depth of emotion and intuition.

Some people are very vocal about every ache and pain.  Others hide it in shame or fear.

You are entitled to your pain and grieving.  No matter how much time has passed, if you are still mourning, no one has the right to tell you to “get over it.”  Some heartaches never go away.

If you are in pain today, I hope you are sent healing.  If you are mourning, I hope that you find some comfort, or at least a hand to hold while you cry.  If you are feeling so alone in your sadness or grief, please know that anyone else who has actually experienced a great loss will never try to silence yours, but will understand that some wounds never heal.  

You are still putting one foot in front of another.  You are a survivor.

 

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In memory of Mom.

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