I grew up keeping journals. Page after page of empty notebooks I would cover in ink that formed the happenings of my mind and imagination.

 

Sometimes my writing reflected a sad and lonely girl.

 

Other times it was vibrant and optimistic.

 

Always it revealed a young person growing, learning, in touch with and giving voice to her inner self - a practice in awareness that adults seldom maintain. 

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If you had asked me when I was a kid if I was creative I would have answered "no" with confidence and conviction. Yet, my memories of hours spent giving shape to feelings and emotions with words so clearly tell me how mistaken I was.

 

Writing is and has always been where I find comfort and flow. It is my primary source of creativity.

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If I could speak to the little girl writing alone in her bedroom today, I would tell her that we are all creative beings, and she is no different.

 

This is my place to share my experiences and insights however resonant, valuable, or entertaining they may or may not be. 

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Thanks for stopping by. 

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