Creative Writing

As a teenager and young adult, I regularly wrote songs to express my thoughts on friendships, identity, heartbreak, death, God, love.  Everything really.  Then for a long season, it was quiet.

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Recently I began a transformational course of meditations, and I found I not only loved hearing them, but also creating.  Soon it felt like God was handing me a shovel and saying firmly, "Start digging." Old memories were suddenly staring me in the face in bizarre ways, and it was time to look them dead on and deal with them.  This time it came flooding out of me as a story.  Then many stories.

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It has been painful.  It has been healing.  I found answers; I found questions.  I revisited regrets and also saw strengths I hadn't claimed before.  In the past I thought of myself as a melodramatic young person who tinkered with songs and was good with words, you know, like someone who could edit a document for flow.  Now I am stepping into seeing myself as a writer.

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And I'm sharing that journey with you here.