Tuesday, December 1, 2015


Why I write

1 Peter 4:10
Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God's grace in its various forms.

My fascination with writing started when I was very young, it began with my love for words and reading. My mother read to my siblings and I when we were young, I was about five. When she would clean the house she would put on records and hand us a book and the recording narrated the book as we read along singing the songs. When I started elementary school my teacher would read to the class as we sat in a circle and I would listen attentively hanging on every word she said. Eventually, I read alone in my room when I could and that habit carried on until now, I love to read. When I became a preteen, I had all these emotions sadness, happy, frustration, anger and sometimes fear, all the feelings that come when a child becomes aware of their surroundings, I experienced. I was a bit more sensitive than most. I believe writers and artists have an innate sensitivity to their environment, psychologist would call them empaths of various degrees.

An empath is when you are affected by other people's energies, and have an innate ability to intuitively feel and perceive others. Your life is unconsciously influenced by others' desires, wishes, thoughts, and moods. I’ve since learned to control my sensitivity to others emotions, it can become detrimental to your health and peace of mind.
With all these emotions and nowhere to release them, my mother purchased a diary for me, and so began my love affair with writing. I filled my diary with all my emotions, every incident I would experience, pain, happiness, anger, sadness and frustration; they all went into a compartment of dates and times placed on paper. My diary was my catalog of expression, pent up emotions that I could not share with anyone; I kept a diary until I was eighteen.

Once I felt comfortable about writing my emotions down I discovered I wasn’t alone in writing my expressions on paper. I was in the school library and picked up a book of poetry by Maya Angelou. I read beautiful tapestries of words that I had never seen before and I was amazed at her gift of brilliance!
I also wanted to express myself in that way and at thirteen I wrote my first poem.
Writing began for me as a way to express my emotions, I felt at the time no one could understand what I was feeling. It gave me the freedom to connect to my inner emotions that would have otherwise found no way of release. Even now, when I don’t or cannot write I feel a sense of imbalance, it is something I know I am supposed to do, I’ve come to an understanding it wasn’t a gift I was to keep to myself.
I write poetry to express the images that I envision in my mind into artistic wordplay, it is about creativity and the expression of that creativity...

In that conception I can use words to communicate the thoughts of how I see the world, nature, circumstances, etc., from my spiritual perspective. Some of my poetry is abstract and the reader can use their own interpretation to its meaning (my favorite type of poetry) and then I write some poetry that is straight to the point. As a writer, it becomes my responsibility to share my perception, to express what I feel and to inspire others to do the same in whatever gifts they were blessed with. I started writing to release a lot of things that needed to be let out, if I didn’t I’m sure those extreme emotions would have negatively affected my life. It was my way of finding a spiritual plateau and balance in my life.

We all need to find that place of balance and how we get there depends on how important it is for each of us to do what is right for ourselves and others. For me, I not only love to write, but I love the inspiration I receive from reading and enjoying the artistic creation and perception of others.
So express yourself in whatever gifts you are bless to have and share that gift with others, you will find the treasures of giving far outweigh the expectation of reciprocation.

1 Corinthians 12:4
There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them.



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