Finally. What a relief. With a deadline looming very near, I finally put the finishing touches on my latest article for Conscious Living Journal. It’s a subject I’m passionate about – forgiveness. Yet I couldn’t get the words to come. Three times I wrote that article. With much rewording and rearranging, none of it was what I wanted it to be. The one draft I sent to my husband for opinion and proofing left him confused. He said it sounded like a bunch of different articles pushed into one. Like I stopped and started several times. Well, yeah, that’s kinda what happened.
Panic time approaching.
As writers we write about what we know, what we care about, what we are experiencing or learning. There are experiences, however, that have gone through our inner thought process so many times, that getting clear about, not only the experience, but our feelings about that experience, leaves us a little speechless (or wordless, if you will).
This is exactly what happened to me when I sat down to write about forgiveness. Like I said, I’m passionate about it, but I couldn’t make sense of that passion. After my husband’s response I put it down for a bit. That deadline is still looming but a forced article is not a true article. I’d rather send my regrets than submit something half-assed.
So, I did what I do best. I let it go and asked God for guidance. I opened one of my favorite little books, The Voice of the Master, and read this:
You do not even stop to listen for my direction. And yet you complain and say – “Why all this struggle, why is it all confusion and unrest”?
Take a breath, Diane. Breathe in, breathe out. With the breath given to me by the Spirit that created me, I began to write. The words flowed easily as if my fingers had a voice of their own.
Yes, I think I finally got it right this time. Just in time.
From my heart to yours, Diane