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words..............to live by
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words..............to live by Having been chastened, she sat contemplating the possibilities for any further forays into writing just for the fun of silly. It seems that her sense of humor wasn’t as clear to others as it was to her. That the slip twixt tongue and lip was a massive one filled with drooly bits that were not only distasteful, politically incorrect but also alienating to some. Ah well, writing is not for the faint of heart. Words are powerful, of this she was well aware. Her judicious use of the word love was one that proved that surely. Yet, it had always been possible for her to find humor in the most awful things. In some way, it was an imperative to find the humor there….how else to survive after all? Words were like food, they gave sustenance, filled her up, made her laugh, cry, chortle, brought her to tears. When others listened to music, she listened to the lyrics. She loved a room filled with people. Wandering through, picking up the words, tones, a pad in her hand. As a , words took her to worlds she’d never dreamed of, to thoughts she’d never posited, filled her with possibilities, promised something outside of where she stood. The girl who climbed trees and ran like the wind but woke every night with a pounding heart, found strength and power in words. Wrapped in a book, she could lose all sense of time, her mother sometimes needing to shake her to bring her back, reminding her that dinner was ready, or bed was calling her name. In her life, words gave her ways to escape, to endure, to take care of others, to demand. Her words were used for purpose, to fix something, to find money, to teach, to build, to explain so that people could see a need. But never did they simply get to be the words. Until now. Now she had time to use words as she wanted, to lay them one aside another, provoking, soothing, leaping over each other with laughter or sadness….with shame…or remorse. A grand puzzle of emotion, catharsis, or just fun. It was exhilarating. Free. And yet, that’s not really true, is it? Until someone else reads what you write, it’s just words on paper. Like any art form, it doesn’t really exist until someone else sees it, hears it, eats it. This is not a mea culpa. I do not believe in censorship. Not even of myself. Smiles You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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You are a dear friend, wicked, and you know I love your writing. I have a thing for women who write so beautifully.   Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I so enjoy reading your words... and I'm envious of your ease at telling a story with such rich space in between your words. 
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Yes, censorship of words, thoughts, and opinions are horrible things that no one should do.  Write on, my lady!
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WE, It's so simple, and yet not. Writers cannot help themselves. Readers luxuriate. The go-between is exhilarating. Cozy up and spin your stories, Kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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I absolutely adore this post.. You have such a magical way with words. Thank you for sharing them with us all. Rachel Mae
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Wow.
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Honey, it's a downer, but chin up. You are an AMAZING writer, who really knows how to spin a story out of the sparsest elements. Like a haiku held together with steel wire and flowers. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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I've been a reader from the get go....and wouldn't even be half who I am without all those words. Being a writer came later...and writing the blog has saved me too many times to count. But you...your words, your writing - are at a whole other level. They transport me, they make me think, they make me laugh, they move me. God bless you and your words! I see my best self in your words... xoxoxoxo Always tell the truth Use kind words Keep your promises Giggle and laugh Be positive Love one another Always be grateful Forgiveness is mandatory Try new things Say please and thank you Say your prayers Smile ~Author unknown
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Love reading your prose, always, McWickster. Over and over again!! 
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