
I find words hard to come by. Not the spoken word, those fly out of my mouth like shooting arrows.
The written word. If you think you know something, face a blank page. Funneling words from empty space you face only yourself and every other voice taking up rent free space in your head, from your mother to your neighbor.
At least this is my experience.
So maybe this is the easy way out. I am looking for ease these days. Rather than wrestle with blank space, I'd like to gather up other's words. The ones facing the page, facing their edges and bringing us the gift of their words.
Words are what sets we humans apart from every other living thing. To be human is to have a story and to tell it through the limits and the endless possibilities of words.
Collective Writings is a platform for heart-felt conversations as we heal. Pages of practice, nowhere near perfection. It’s the beauty of sharing words from our human song.
Sit back and drink from someone else’s labor of love. Lean front and add your own words to the world, magically created from thin air. Either way, Welcome to The Pleasure of Healing; Collective Writing
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