I was challenged by the amazing Patti Digh to get back into my writing by writing 10 minutes a day. Even 10 minutes seems to be hard, and I wonder why something I love so much and something that’s so much a part of who I am is SO hard to do sometimes. What has happened to my voice?
So finally the seemingly endless rain we’re having in Asheville in May has brought me back in touch with something inside. I’m not sure what, I’m not sure why–but the rain has triggered my sadness at the loss of my voice and the loss of my self. I’m in one of the most open-minded and open-hearted communities I know, yet I find myself at a loss as to how to build a supportive community of my own. I long for kindred spirits, yet when they come my way, I can’t seem to bridge the gap between us. I just want some friends, yet I feel that no one truly knows me. No one truly cares. So I shut down. I stop reaching out.
My heart hurts. My soul aches. I am alone.