This writing life
Every morning an offering, each time you sit down to write you open the portal of yourself to the Divine. And the Divine, in all its Divinity, enters in. You begin, words flowing, ideas streaming like a gushing river, unstoppable, unwilling to stop the flow. A one-way river of words perfectly placed one next to another in a dance meant for God. The dance of words; God’s way of expressing Herself. Opening to the spark of creativity within, the deep dwelling treasure chest, the reservoir of ideas streaming from above. Each day a new birthing. Each morning we are recreated, remade into more of the likeness and image of God.