I Hear Ya

I just ended an hour and a half conference call entitled "Write it NOW with SARK: Free Inspirational Call" where I was allowed to listen in on an encouraging live network of a vocalized SARK & friends with an option to potentially speak (pressing "1" to raise my hand). If the name SARK is unfamiliar, continue to the adventure/discovery of her internet place of abode to make acquaintance (http://planetsark.com/). Transforming resolutions are being made about my literary vision, that is, the lack of one is showing blurry outlines. This conference call was a way to vote for myself; believe I am of some consequence and value. My words can change the world, if I just have the courage to utter them. I absolutely loved hearing the varying narrative intonations of the participants. It was a treasure trove of verbs and adjectives gleaming with new syntactic authorization.

So much was introduced, and hopefully absorbed in equal shares. Accordingly, I was writing about writing in my trusty notebook to rediscover always. I was reminded of concepts like: eliminate fear with love, quiet movements, spirituality in suffering, art of transformation, and nurture experience with creative expression. All of these articles of faith made possible through the daring of others to raise their vocal hands and articulate the wiggle of their fingers. For the most part I have been reinvigorated to confidence. So what if my writing may or may not be on the darker side of a SARK love letter? I know I am ABLE to write a love letter--I have written many to those real and unreal in ways that could be described the same--but sometimes I don't want to. I want a spattered mess of things with shadow looming in plain sight. There is no shadow without light to make it so. Therefor, I illuminate variations of casting. I employ the nuances of self to my creations, and in it I am made delighted because there is always hope at the end of any nightfall. 

It was said of writing, but it could be said of anything: Your dream may not come about in the way that is expected, but it will happen. The question is, "What do you want to do with it?"

And so... and sew... and sow...