I have decided to participate in the 31 Days of Writing.
Over the past few months, I have been writing articles for publications, including READY magazine and Redbud Writer’s Guild.
And I have loved every minute of it.
Dear Reader, here on this blog,
October is between you and me.
The timing could not be more perfect.
Politics.
Violence.
Vitriol.
There is so much input right now that tugs on us and imparts a sense of grief and hopelessness.
It sometimes takes everything in us to fight the good fight. Admittedly, we need to keep fighting.
My hope is that, for the next 31 days, this space will contribute to the restoration you need to keep on keeping on.
Here is a little something I wrote this past week.
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It is officially here.
My favorite time of year.
I am determined to not let it pass me by.
I have allowed myself to get caught up in the maelstrom of distraction.
And when that happens, nothing is gained.
Nothing of value anyway.
More than ever, there are ways to avoid being present, avoid showing up.
Sometimes showing up requires courage because the masks come off, the layers are peeling, and what is revealed can be vulnerable and exposed.
We have voices we listen to for help and guidance in this area,
a muse or two,
but at the end of the day,
it is up to us.
It’s up to me –
to become like autumnal leaves –
using everything I have been given,
root to trunk to branch to stem to leaf
to make the world
brighter.
