So I’m writing a book, a second memoir of sorts. It’s been an interesting process and also emotionally exhausting. I’ve rediscovered and also uncovered new things about life, faith, and pressing in to life. None of the writing has been easy, but I think it has been worth it to dig in to the whole truth hidden behind doors. Of course, writing memoir can take a lot of a person. Be gentle with yourself. Sometimes you come to the page blank. Words won’t come. You’re staring at a blank screen. Nothing is making sense. I had that moment the other day. Continue reading Still You Are Here
I have always loved music, singing, song writing, and harmonizing. It’s part of who I am. Though I haven’t done it in a while, I was compelled to join the 7in7 Project. You write seven complete and new songs in 7 days and post them to SoundCloud. This is the push I have needed to keep moving forward. Join me on the journey.
So much to be done. So much to be said. So much to believe. It is enough. It is too much. It is not enough. It is more than the mind can encompass and She’s still got miles to go.
She’ll keep running. She’ll keep moving forward. She is only one of many. She is a voice, peaking out from a hidden corner. A whisper growing in the dark, “I’m here. Now what?”
Whisper she hears, “Forward and believe.”
Bright lights. Life sounds. Incredible movement flowing here, there, and everywhere. Create. Space. Space to create. The burden will not leave until it has spoken. Then sits she here or there in the silence – waiting, waiting, waiting with miles still to go.
Outer branches hide the heart flurries. No one sees the hidden depth. No danger here as far as they can see. She, in the shadow of the Wing, in the cleft of the Rock, is peaking from behind Him. “Is it okay to come out now?” Peaking still from hidden corners.
Whispers she hears. A song is sung that she’s heard over and over again. So much to be done. So much to be said. Still so much to be and miles to go and go and go. “Forward and believe,” says He.
Rustling leaves. Wind blows. Dead things fall. She is revealed. One eye opened, the other squinting in reflex while whispers she hears, “come out, come out. It’s okay.”
One step forward. Free falling. She is not afraid. Whirling and twirling in a fog of thoughts, out of bounds she is. Whispers she hears. Still His song, “stay with Me, stay. I’ll catch you.” Miles to go she knows, but He here to hold her up with so much to be done, in her heart’s it’s been said. She believes. He is enough.