Color-Vision-Writer's Eye

At a writer's retreat this spilled out...

I see images of individuals and events that I am usually avoiding. Yes! Me, the one who loves to partake wants to retreat. I see stories in my mind but rarely see myself in them. And that is okay because it allows me to keep my distance. The room feels cold and very strict. Like a classroom that I can longer be in, or else I will never manifest my destiny. Enough of that.

I stand in the room and I feel invisible. And it feels good. Because I am exhausted. Never enough rest. Always on the move. Because dreams do not simply become reality without discipline and consistency.

Find my voice in the silence, the invisible, the loud, and the soft. Because it exists right beyond the fear to do. I never understood fear because it is my long time companion. It carries me over into new pages and new entries willing itself to defy and stop me. And with laughter or grit, I simply take it with me on a writer's trip. A trip where my voice is not allowed to be silenced by regret or simply not doing. And than I'm back on the river, "resting, pausing," floating, rushing, and free.

Free to write through and about all that I see.

My vision is at times black and white, dark, filled with color, and a warm orange. Each color represents something that means a great deal to me. They represent emotions that are there to provide lessons. And that is all...