I can feel it: I’m getting closer and closer to this whole writing thing; this figuring out what I have to say, why I want to say it, why I can’t not say it, who I want to say it with and to. It’s a feeling I like, that I appreciate, that I want (lots) more of! I’m taking deep breaths – but not in a hyperventilating, scared-out-of-my-mind way; rather in a take-it-all-in-it’s-really-happening sort of way.
In the spirit of such, I’m resting today; breathing in these deep, nurturing truths and just reveling in the space and expansiveness they create – in my lungs, in my soul, in my truest, most honest, most out-loud self.
As I rest, I let Julia Cameron speak:
Writing is like breathing. I believe that. I believe we all come into life as writers. We are born with a gift for language and it comes to us within months as we begin to name our world. We all have a sense of ownership, a sense of satisfaction as we name the objects that we find. Words give us power.
(From The Right to Write)
I love this: that we come into the world as writers. For many years I’ve forgotten this truth from the womb; this deep, know-that-I-know-that-I-know wisdom. But it’s returning. It’s growing. It’s becoming increasingly powerful. As am I.
I head into this weekend taking deep breaths; grateful for rest, for words, for amazing, supportive voices surrounding me, for an awareness of of my words’ power, for an awareness of my own. It is good.
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i so appreciate that you’re hanging words around this experience. i’ve been referring to it as being pregnant and preparing for child birth. calling together midwives that will support me. help me stay focused. cheer me. listen to me cry asking to make it stop sometimes. it’s like a great big drawing in breathe and it’s going to be time to push. well, i’ve actually already started. and feel like i found your blog at just the right time.
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It is SO like the birthing process: the anticipation, the hope, the sheer dread of the inevitable pain, the acknowledgment of what we must go through in order to bring forth life. And midwives?!? ‘Love that word and ALL that’s wrapped up in it. Indeed, Mynde, go ahead and push! We’ll all be there – with our own bated breath – waiting to see the beauty that emerges!
It is good. You are good. I hope you can teach me to breathe!
Thank you.
Thank you, Lindsey. On multiple levels…
Thank you for the reminder, Ronna, that we are all writers.
Mynde – I love your analogy!
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Thank you–I would like to stretch Cameron’s statement to “we all come into this world as artists.” I find when I allow myself the quiet of breathing as my only action–I hear and see–so much more clearly.
.-= Julianne Fuchs-Musgrave´s last blog ..As I Do =-.
I agree, Juliannne – the slight shift from “writers” to “artists.” Indeed. Thanks for reading, commenting, and breathing!
The power of words. They can bring one sheer joy and they can also nearly crush the soul.The pure turmoil of finding the right ones and the release when it happens….ahhhh. this was beautifully written.
Thank you! Your words to/for me are definitely in the “sheer joy” category. I’m grateful.
I never thought I am a writer, until I try to write. I never fit at first but perseverance taught me the way of writing.