The possibility of me becoming a writer eludes me. It is something that I always wanted to do and say that I am. I never thought that it could come to fruition. Over the past few years I have learned to be open and to be comfortable being vulnerable enough to actually entertain the idea of being a writer. These initial feelings emerged when I paused and listened to that inner knowing and my authentic self that says you are already a writer and it is just a matter of time that I share my craft with all. It is allowing an uncovering of my soul that assures me that this is not an elusive possibility, but rather reality.
There is something so sacred to the process of writing in as much as the words that I write. From the medium one uses, to the time of day, to the environment, to your mood and to your rituals for writing all set the stage for this sacred process.
I look forward to sharing my writings and thoughts moving forward in this blog because I am a writer.