To me, writing is medicine.
It’s like a warm cup of tea or a soft blanket draped around your shoulders in a moment you need it most.
It’s also the crisp breeze or burst of fresh air on a cool fall day.
Or the warm sunlight as it streams through the window and puts a smile across your face.
To me, writing is everything.
It’s how I explore, it’s how I learn.
It’s how I uncover what’s important to me.
It’s how I discover who I am.
I get to know myself, I support myself, I learn from myself.
I grow, I expand, I contract, and I grow.
It’s all a process.
And writing makes it possible.
Writing gives us a map. A journey for the excavation of all that matters most to our souls.
In fact, it’s how I connect to my very soul.
I find her on the page.
That’s where I know she’ll always be there for me– to guide me, to lead me back home again whenever I get lost. To offer comfort and insights and grace.
She’s there for me no matter what–
Through thick and thin
Through peace and storms.
She’s always there waiting.
All I need to do is pick up a pen and find a blank page
And just like that,
I come home again.
What helps you find your way home again?
I’d love to hear about it in the comments below!