I write because…
I write because it is new and adventurous. I write because I love to share.
I write because I love to educate. I write because I love to tell a story.
Because, because, because … no words. So to write I need words.
My inner voice needs to speak up so I can hear the words I want to write. It feels like a carousel going round and round. Listening, hearing a voice that needs to be heard so I can write the words my hart gives me.
I write because it is a way of self discovery. Writing about the outer world and writing about the inner world. So when I wrote about a log adrift in a stream. It looked like the outer world but maybe it was a metaphor fort the inner world.
I write and I can address so much but is new territory for me.
I write but take baby steps.
I write because I want to share my story and I want to share ME.
I write because others might like it – NO might be touched by it – YES.
I write because I would love to touch others with my stories.
I write because I love to guide and to coach.
So, if I write, people get to know me.
I write to be able to help people.
From physically touching and working with people, I will be able to touch and work with them through words – written or spoken.