Writing is the pondering of the soul. Every soul is beautiful in its unique abilities and talents. I think writing is one way the soul yearns to express itself. There are so many different kinds of writers. My mom can write expressions of love that are beautiful. Mine always come out tacky and boring. My sister can write the things that she feels. I always struggle putting feelings into words. My son can write poems that combine words and images in a way that make you think long after you’ve finished reading it.
Then theirs me. I like to write stories. Most of the time they are heart wrenching stories of struggle. I love to write stories were their are heroes. Heroes over their own lives and circumstances. This brings great joy to me. It is the way my soul has learned to express itself.
I continue to be amazed at the talents God has given each of us. The women that drew the art for my book cover did an amazing job. It was such a miracle to me that I could describe an image in my mind and she could make it appear for all to see. Amazing. I am so grateful for the different talents we each have. It makes me smile. I love to see the art my son can draw, the dance moves one of my other sons creates. The poems that dance around in another sons head. The different views of the world that each of my children have. I am grateful to be alive to experience it all.