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Thought on Writer’s Block

There are days when it seems nothing wants to come out onto the page. It is as if no words exist to describe the weight of the day or the color of moments I am living. I try not to call these moments ‘writer’s block’ but instead recognize the pause and struggle as part of the writing process.

It would be lovely to be able to always spit out beautiful words the first go around, to capture a moment or a thought perfectly as it happens. This is not always possible. As a matter of fact, I dare say it is almost never possible. Life needs time to happen. We need time to process it, breathe it in, digest the bits of color, weight, time, emotion, sound, thought, etc. before we can gather its essence and place it back into the world for others to see.

So don’t rush, I tell myself. Do not be critical of the time needed to digest the world as it presents itself. In this way, you might fully explore and expose the wilds of your witness to and of it. Only then will the words form exquisitely for the pen at the command of your hand and the will of memory dictating.

Listeners, readers, finders of lost thoughts

There is always a place set for you at the table of humanity. Here we feast with all – the music makers, sword wielders, word smiths, lovers and politicians – the dreamers, dealers, doubters, passionate doers and delayers – the seekers of truth, liars, queens, princes, and paupers – the young, youthful, the old, frail and frightened – the mourners, merry makers, joy keepers and neglectors. Here we feast with all and it is up to us to find the conversations which delight us, eat and drink of the wisdom which most fills us, and toss the bones of our fears or freedom to the beasts of our past.

So, listeners, readers, finders of lost thoughts – spell weavers, singers, and painters of possibilities – be well to hear the things which give you joy and dampen out the clamoring mess with your songs.


There will be moments of shadowed reflection. When the clouds seem so thick, surely no sun, moon, or star could shine through. When the heart feels heavy with frustration, fear, and fatigue. When the doubtful voice in your head gets loud and says this is all there is.

Everyone has these moments. EVERYONE.

However, this is NOT all there is. You have the ability within you to shine, to glow and grow to all the possibilities your mind can imagine. You want to be a writer – then write. You want to build great things – then build. You want to perform – then grab the stage and do it. No writer, builder, artist, singer, philosopher or queen – ever got anywhere without believing in the light within them. So gather up your wits, reach in side and flip that switch!Illuminate now with the fierceness of possibilities you shine on.

A word on the 4th of July

On the 4th of July, 1776,  our nation’s founding father’s committed these lines, abandoning any notion of the cavalier and embracing the heart of courage:

“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.”

These were written in defiance of a tyrannical crown and dismissive parliment who bore down on the colonists law and order without representation, that despite being Englishmen and women, were not treated as such.  They were dismissed, disregarded, and living in an age of oppression and subjugation to a crown that no longer gave them ear… by any means.  They were second class citizen’s of the crown.  Which gave rise to this:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

This moral imparitive – this utopian promise – has become our nations breath, if not her soul.  Though these words are still not fully realized in our nation by all her citizens, be encouraged.  Equality will be realized for it is the higher ideal founded and firmly established in the veins of all who call the United States home!

Happy 4th of July!

My heart is heavy

My heart is heavy with salutations of regret, but knows not what has left it. It beats with the cunning courage intent on reaching its timely end miles from now yet when the moons gaze relented, and dreams knocked at my door, it quivered. My eyes filled with storms, my hand with broken earth, my breath with shuttered wind  and I knew – something had changed.