FIGHTER

At my source I'm a Dancer...forever and always. From the moment the first note of music taps my eardrums, I change, morph into someone, something different. I hear nothing else but my essence swimming inside me. I feel only the river of the melody. I see no one in the audience but lights.

My hubs says to me often, 'I love watching you dance, because you are you when you dance...no worries about what others think.'

I want to write like that, my essence captured in my prose like the sound between my taps and the worn wooden floor. I want my thoughts, stories to sway with the grace I carry while on my toe shoes, wings of the butterfly pictured in my head. The contortions of my torso as the music strikes my chest; streams of energy bellowing at me from the audience, their stares fixated on me, my work...work...my passion. dance. writing...

A simple, yet beautiful and unexpected email came to me yesterday from a wonderful writer I am blessed to call my friend. Thank you, LM. Her words encapsulated my feelings, my current struggle with writing. She understands. Like most of you.

Only writing seriously for two years, I've admitted may times that I'm a newbie. I've never had writer's block. I don't believe in writer's block. As I stated in my POST the other day, I am where I am suppose to be. Struggling--yes. Growing--yes. And so are all of you. I've gritted my teeth and made a choice...to continue. Through incredible friends like LM, AE, C, and others, I want to pass this on to whoever can use it. Positive energy does wonders, Alleywalkers. Here, taste...



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Splat: I know I said I'd post my journaling over my Bon Jovi weekend, and I will...in a few weeks. The post is completed but so many of our fellow bloggers are on vacation that I don't want them to miss it. So please, stay tuned...it's really funny. At least I think so. Peace out! <3