What I know about writing is that it’s a complex simplicity of time and effort.
Sometimes the words flow easily and sometimes they are impossible to find.
What I know about writing is that it is soothing and frustrating all at the same time. It is healing and thought-provoking and time-consuming.
What I know about writing is it is isolating and connecting. It is a solitary activity but once shared it becomes part of someone else’s awareness; someone else’s story.
What I know about writing is that it is intangible, and yet printed words hold a magical power. You can not see words, or hear them, or touch them, but when placed together in an article or a book or a story they come to life.
What I know about writing is it is too heavy and too light and sometimes just right. My silly inconsequential posts seem so insignificant when I go read an article written so beautifully that it moves my thoughts; changes my perspective.
What I know about writing is it is powerful, necessary, and, to me, the very essence of all-encompassing simple complexity.
Le sigh.
This is lovely.
{*And your words are so NOT insignificant! They’re Yours!}
xo
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You are so sweet. Thank you so much!! xo
I love that oxymoron: “a complex simplicity” —> this describes so much of motherhood and of writing doesn’t it? Also it could be reversed: “a simple complexity” too! (-: Well said.
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I love it and its reverse counterpart; I use it frequently. It can be applied to so many areas of life! Thank you so much for being here!