So Angie Writes – Life's A Challenge, So Angie Writes!

So Angie Writes – Life's A Challenge, So Angie Writes!

Trauma Recovery – Shame Resilience – Self-Compassion – Coping With Chronic Pain

Pellucid

August 9, 2014 | 4 Comments

George Orwell's poetic words accompany my post on my writing goals

I spin words this way and that, when all I really want to do is split my ribs and plop my heart on the table. I want you to be stunned, scooting your chair back in a way that causes a screech on the floor. I want you to look at the still-pumping organ, then up to my unmoved face. I want you to say, “how do you do that?” And I want you to stick around for the answer.

It’s not that I want to sicken or disturb my readers. But often when I write, that’s how I feel. I just want to come across. I want to bridge the space between you and I, even if that space is perilous and high.

I want to be known and I want you to be known. I’m after the sacredness of shared humanity. I’m in it for the “me too”s.

I want to broach subjects like shame, abuse, and disease on this blog. I want to write posts that matter. I want to help myself and others. What holds me back is my fear of what people think. My fear of silence. My fear of judgement.

What if I lay my heart out and people run away? Or snarl and spit? Or, worse yet, what if they don’t blink? What if I bare it all and can’t cause a ripple?

All I can do, it seems, is write for myself. Live my life, recall my wounds, and transcribe them in the most pellucid way possible. I’m living. I’m trying. I’m writing.

LAUREL LOVE CLIPARTS

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