This quote, from one of my favorite writers, brings me particular comfort today - a day when I feel out of sorts, like a ship that has suddenly broke from its mooring in an increasingly agitated sea.
I have always found my balance through writing. It has brought me closure and peace more readily than any hour spent on a therapist couch. Sometimes I feel like I have a nest of bees inside, an angry buzzing colony of secrets and the only thing that brings me serenity is to write. I have often used electronic ink to battle back my anxiety and plaguing doubts. There are things however, that I can not put to paper and because I can not, I carry them with me always. Grief, guilt, anger, shame...these things all bare a particular weight in one's heart. Still, I do the best I can, even on those days when I feel the shifting seismic plates of fate beneath my feet.
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