Ahhh…

I love this quote. All kinds of places I could go with it – and do – in my own mind. But in this moment I want to point out and highlight the beauty Virginia Woolf names about herself: being a woman when she writes.

We can get so disjointed as women – wearing multiple hats, playing a myriad of roles, adapting to our surroundings. It’s not surprising that we loose our footing and often find ourselves in a “queer mood.” But when we write, or at least when I write? Ahhhh…I find myself. I reconnect. I enjoin my heart and mind to my body and soul. I am a woman again: whole, complete, powerful, tender, amazing, strong, vulnerable, grounded, spontaneous, beautiful, smart, funny…me.

I’ve been musing some today on the impact of writing – and particularly blogging. There’s something about both the experience and the discipline that calls forth needed, valuable emotion, thought, and perspective – for ourselves and frankly, for others as well. I’m planning to start offering Blog Coaching to those who are interested in pursuing the art of it…the therapy of it…the healing of it…the fun of it…and yes, even the business of it. (Stay tuned for more details or email me right now!!!) Writing matters – not just the words and their expression, but the practice, the experience, the immersion. Writing invites us to reconnect with ourselves. We become women (and men) again. Virginia Woolf understood this. I understand her.

Even now, 7 or 8 minutes after starting this post; 7 or 8 minutes of writing, I feel more like me. Ahhh…I am a woman again.