When We Write, We Come Alive

It is often said that when a writer writes, he/she writes from a place far deeper than the limits of the conscious mind.

Somewhere between the realms of the heart and the dwelling of the soul, a magical land nestles on the horizon; Between valleys and mountains, rivers and fields. It exists in our imaginations, but its promise is sweet like the apple of temptation held to our wet lips, crisp and juicy… dangerous. Real.

When we write, we sit and let our hearts reach the page the way rivers reach the ocean.

They rush and run, a steady flow, determined, always knowing where it’s headed but not the route it must take. Nothing can stop its course. In the same way, nothing can stop the words from spilling from inside of us and out into the world.

We draw our words like swords from a place of dreams, desires, nightmares and fears. Truths so raw they threaten to break us open as they burst through the barriers of our physical form. Our souls may bleed a thousand deaths as we dictate its longings onto the page as it settles and sets into a little piece of its own history.

Our mind will leave us and in its place an empty space, void of rationality and sense.. An urgency, a passion that reaches the very depths of our heart and begs to be etched onto the souls of those who read it.

Words are manifestations of ourselves. They are symbolic representations of the many truths and desires  which lurk inside each and every one of us.

They force their way out through hurried pens and scrambled fingers on keys. They pour like liquid gold out from under the places where we’ve kept them buried like hidden treasure. The unanswered questions of our own existence kept like hostages of our souls.

They bleed from our wounds, our hearts, our ink-filled veins.

Stirred from the bottom of our engorged hearts we scrape letters, smudged with tears and sweat and heartache. Signed with blood we write with poisoned ink, our pained revenges and our bittersweet goodbyes to old lovers and friends.

We lie naked and exposed, wrapped in the silken robes of stories told and secrets yet to be revealed. We let our hands gently reach out in the dark for others who understand that our words are our most precious gift. They are to be hidden in hand-carved ivory boxes, wrapped with satin and ribbons and delivered in the dead of the night, to be opened by those who’s hearts beat with the same gentle rhythm as our own.

We savour words as if each succulent morsel was crafted from the finest sugar-spun delicacy, melting on our lips and our minds. Their sweetness lingering and dripping from our souls like drizzled honey.

We caress old books, their spines weak and frayed. We touch them like old lovers, who’s every curve we know like our own. Yet each time we trace our fingers along their worn edges, it feels like the first time, tense with excitement and eager to unfold the promises within.

We swim amongst sentences like drowning men, off long lost ships, swirling and sinking within the rough seas of our minds. We cast nets for feelings and scramble for their meaning , ripping open maps containing long lost lands. And when we can no longer find our way, we rely on the quiet wisdom within and let it guide us, shaking pen in hand, to steer us home.

We find heaven on earth as we sit and breathe life onto blank pages; Our art is our words, our instruments our pens and the medium our hearts.

Choose Love, Not Fear.

The world seems so full of fear.. Our country's leaders are fearful of each other, Religions are fearful of each other, Races are fearful of each other, people are fearful of each other. The media promotes fear..of terrorism, of extremism, of the drunk, the insane, the poor, the rich, the incapacitated, the skinny, the fat, the powerful, the weak. We are driven by fear. We are taught fear... and we are encouraged to act based on fear.

We must fear each other, we must fear ourselves.

Fear has become an epidemic which has spread across the planet and holds it in a vice like grip.

But it doesn't have to be like this. There are only two states in which we can exist: Fear and Love. Fear keeps us small and keeps us hostile to one another. But Love opens our eyes and unites people, forging bonds, giving power to people who feel powerless, offering hope to those who feel hopeless. There IS a reason to keep going, to believe in the beauty of the world. LOVE on a grand scale is what the world needs.

Ignore the media trying to make us hate each other, Ignore the leaders of the world trying to fight each other, ignore the whispers at work or school or on the street telling you to hate someone because they are this colour or this gender or this way or that way.

We can choose to rise above the fear and the anger and the hatred, and we can choose to come from a place of love and acceptance and compassion.

There is nothing more powerful than the unified power of people with passion and purpose coming from a place of love.

Act now. Make Love your revolution. Spread it like wildfire, shout it from rooftops, ignore the fear and focus on love. For yourself, for each other, for the world and for everyone in it, regardless of our 'differences'. We're all human, we're all struggling, we're all capable of love. We need love to have a voice on a grand scale, not fear. Help be that voice. The world needs it, the world needs you.

The Power of Words

Language is so powerful. The words we use hold so much weight and are loaded with energy which can either be directed positively or negatively, depending on our choice. 

Words carry a life force, a vibration which resonates with us at a deep, soul-felt level. The right words, used with the right intentions can transform you and change you, lift your mood and raise you up. However language which holds derogative or negative connotations, used in an offensive manner can bring you, and others around you, down and create wounds, cutting like swords. 

People who flippantly use negative or derogative terminology often, will subconsciously carry the weight of those words and their energy will be lowered. 
Those who speak positively, offering compliments and using uplifting language will, on a vibrational level, invite good energy in their lives. Much like the frequency of our thoughts, our language can alter our perspective on the world and therefore our experiences..

Next time you go to complain or bitch or moan.. stop yourself and instead find something positive to say. You might find this one small change can create a huge difference in your life as the less and less negatives you notice and point out, the less they seem to exist. 

If you're looking for the good, you'll find it. Your world just might transform. 
As the old saying goes...'If you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say anything at all' - The world needs more hope, inspiration and more compliments, not more complaining, insulting and hurting.

Words are powerful. Choose them wisely. They have the power to save lives... or to ruin them. The choice is yours. <3

"I am, by calling, a dealer in words; and words are, of course, the most powerful drug known to mankind" Rudyard Kipling