Respite in writing (November 4, 2011)

November 4, 2011 Friday It feels good to write. How I have had something missing in my heart since I have been absent at my place before words. When I am able to express myself in words on paper I feel fulfilled. It fills something missing. It completes me it helps me to focus. I feel refreshed and renewed and I feel heard. May not be heard right now, right this second, but when it counts, when it matters, when I will affect someone’s life when they read my words, then, I will be heard. It is fascinating to me that writing affects me so much. Even jotting a simple something down, or recording a thought in my journal or writing something like this, helps me. Why does it affect me so? That’s a question for another day. There are children to be taught, laundry to be washed, a house to clean, tears to be shed and laughter to be heard. I better close my respite.