the return.
A curiosity consumes me: where will my thoughts lead to if given the chance, the power, to be released into that ever-flowing stream of consciousness?
I used to write creatively more; it had become a glowing habit full of potential, long ago. I scribbled poetic musings and nurtured my sensitivity as a teenager preparing to enter a new decade.
Lately, though, as the decade of my twenties concludes in only a few months, I have become aware that I’ve shied away from revealing too much of myself.
Writing is a revelatory act in its nature, when it is earnest. Writing is mystical, too; a form of sorcery. How is it that this void of a page transforms into something timeless that can be seen, heard, felt? In this way, writing and consciousness are one and the same.
Years ago, I wrote, “My writing does not come strictly from this body. It is birthed from other worlds, other realms of existence. This physical vessel alone cannot hold the weight of the words that find me. The act of writing is timeless, sacred. It is how the spirit is known.”
I suppose then, that I am ready to connect regularly with my spirit in the illuminating way that occurs uniquely through the act of writing.
And so! I created this Substack as a public writing experiment, but it is also a branch of Soul Remedies, which will be revealed in due time. For now, this is my return to boundless writing.
“I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false.” –Rainer Maria Rilke
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Loved this introduction because it puts your goals and desires--to unfold honestly--in a beautiful and poetic way. Again your economy of words, and the beauty they produce, is astounding to me. Glad you started this substack and that I am able to read your beautiful words. I actually appreciate your words more now after understanding your original intention with starting this outlet.
"My writing does not come strictly from this body. It is birthed from other worlds, other realms of existence. This physical vessel alone cannot hold the weight of the words that find me. The act of writing is timeless, sacred. It is how the spirit is known."
I've never heard someone put into words what I feel so viscerally about writing. It truly does feel beyond, deep, and sacred. Thank you for sharing with us your beauty.