Writing My Love
I remember the first time I met her. I knew
there was something special-no something magical. I mean she held my attention
in a way that it had never been held before. As I sat with her that first night
conversing with her, giving her all of me, it felt like I was meditating with
the divine.
I bared my soul to her-sharing my deepest
hurts, biggest failures and greatest fears. I purged from the depths of my soul
and not once did she interrupt me or judge me. Instead she listened intently as
I painstakingly told her about my tattered life.
When I told her of my dreams of a bigger
and brighter future I felt her encouragement and compassion. There was no
doubting me or questioning why I dared to defy the odds. It was something about
sitting with her that made me realize who I was and what I was designed to do.
Her divine nature caressed and nurtured my spirit like a mother caring for a
child. I have always questioned the sanity of those who fell in love at first sight,
yet here I was sitting spellbound in the intimate embrace of a new love.
Yes I fell in love with writing.