What I love about writing

When I write I can be myself.

There's no one else there to filter through what it is I need to say,

Just me, and my best effort at getting out what is in my heart.

Isn't that what All our life should be, anyway? One Living Expression of Our True Self, unfiltered and sincere?

Writing helps me feel like that. The paper takes me in for What and Who I am.

I have a few thoughts about how particular people in my life have/haven't been the same in that respect,

Suffice it to say, that those who haven't have, in a way, Given me this Gift and this Ability of True, Unfiltered Expression;

And those who have have further cultivated it within me and enabled me to be inspired beyond my own means of self-expression, and lifted into the Higher Plane of Love's expression.

I don't care what Anybody says, the difference between good writing and great writing (or 'good' or 'great' anything in life for that matter) is that it has been touched by Love.

And it would therefore stand to reason that that is true of the distinction between writers as well; the degree to which the writer has been touched, or even rather, transformed- by Love, is the degree to which his words, and composition and arrangement of his words, reflects it.

I have this theory that Love is what Stays, and that All other things at some point will be washed away. And I wonder sometimes, if we were to just take a moment, and Just Simply "Be" and burn away everything else that exists on top of us, what it is that we would notice Still Remains.

I have this hope, not only in my personal life with those I've grown in relationship with- but more applicably to this blog, and particularly in my professional life of writing, that in those Still moments, some person would find my words- my expression of self and soul, to be one of those things Remaining there within them.

If words cannot be held onto, taken into the soul, and touched by that flame of eternity, then I do not desire to speak them; and especially not to write them!

There is enough of fluff and fancy in our world as it is; I want to write Something Real; Something that when everything else goes away, The heart and Spirit of it will remain.

I am not merely writing words, I am creating matter; substantiating and eternal;

And the thing about doing that is this- it doesn't matter what Earth or Hell brings up against you, or does to attempt to destroy your words or your message- you have created a matter that transcends this world's ability to take away- Something of the heart, and of the Spirit- Something that has become immortalized, really. It exists independent of Any other thing;

In typing that I realize what A Tall Order that is to fulfill; but what is dreaming if we don't reach for the so-called impossible?

I maintain that no thing (also read: nothing) is impossible if it is a good thing and we are determined to achieve it.

So, here's to the impossible! Let's break the barrier of what "is" with what's "to be" :)!

Love to all,

Trisha


"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." -Plato

"Many of you who have heard the 'goal speech' before, remember being told to set realistic and attainable goals. Unfortunately, that often keeps you from driving towards what you really want.

Ask yourself, 'was landing on the moon a realistic goal?' 'was finding cures for polio and other diseases realistic?' How about skyscrapers, jets, submarines, Olympic gold medals, or any other accomplishments? Were any of those, or thousands of other things that make your life better, realistic? Then, if you were to go for great success like those who accomplished the preceding did, why would you set a single 'realistic' goal? Realistic is whatever you believe!" -"If They Say 'No', Just Say 'Next!'" book by John Fuhrman

"Get a notebook, a journal that will last through all time, and maybe the angels may quote from it for eternity." -Spencer W. Kimball

Hakuna Matata!

"I write the first sentence, and trust in God for the next" -Laurence Sterne

I feel slightly odd beginning this from scratch (sans a few years worth of posts that used to be here) but for now, at least, I think it is going to help me along;

I'm on the cusp of a new stage in my life, and I can feel it. I remember writing about two years ago about this odd opening of my soul unlike anything I'd ever felt before- gentle and warm and open, as the blooming of a rose.

I'd been closed up so tightly for so long that no sunlight could even get in at all; it would instead just scorch me, rather than give me life.

I feel now like I am open to the light; I'm still blooming, but I'm in the end-stages of being in full bloom; open and ready to receive nourishment from the warming light of people and of culture that surrounds me.

I'd love to blog about world-events, like
Oprah's last show,
or
the best app for your phone,
or whatever else it is that others blog about (what I ate for breakfast? pics of my Memorial Day weekend?).

But I can't blog like that.

Regardless of the intent I come here to write with, my soul overflows out of me and ends up expressed upon the page. If not in every sentence (as it nearly always is) then surely in the complete piece and post.

-And Sometimes?, That can be a little scary; (what might people think, or say?) But therein lies my strength and my distinction from other writers; not to say that other writers do not share in that same stigma, but rather to say a successful writer is one who follows the same pattern: It is the distinction of the soul, expressed, which creates something for a reader to hold onto; which makes a writer's work come to life and (hopefully) inspires that same life within the reader.

Such is my goal in writing: honest expression of the soul (-and the Courage it requires with it); And God will take care of the rest from there..

Love you all,

Trish