Words are powerful. Our stories are powerful and they reach far and wide. And sometimes they touch the lives of people we’ve never met, heard of, and may never know in ways that we cannot begin to imagine.
I used to write thinking that writing would scratch the itch inside me that will not go away. I’ve had it my whole life – an unending ache to express myself, to bring everything that’s inside me out and release it to the wind.
I now know that I am not just writing for me. When I use a forum such as this, and release my stories into the wind, I may never know who will find them or who they will find.
Words are powerful and our stories reach far and wide.
I can recall being lifted off my knees by stories of people I’d never met, nestled on the bosom of women whose child/children were torn from their arms – who guided me through some of my dark days. They shared my pain. And the small, isolated world in which I thought I lived alone was bigger than I thought possible. I have been held by people who has never lay eyes on me. I can't help but wonder, who have I touched?
Words are powerful.
I have been blogging for a long time, nine years next month. I've been writing long before that. It is highly possible that I may, until my mind fails me, occupy this space. And if not this one, then another… but I can’t imagine a life in which I do not give myself to be sprinkled like dust into the world – just as others have given theirs to me.
"Kitten," my friend Eric, said. "How do you keep yourself together like this? How is it that you don’t give up, give in and fall apart?”
“I unburden myself,” I said. I was sitting on his couch with my feet propped up, a glass of wine in one hand and a strawberry dipped in chocolate in the other. “Except for the heaviness that I carry in my heart for Caesar, and my worry for Thorr, I have nothing inside that I want to hide. No secrets. Nothing. I’ve spilled them all,”
He stared at me as if waiting for me to continue,
"I think that if we can figure out a way to unburden ourselves, to set down our troubles and let the tide take them away, that we would live happier lives. I understand that some things/people are not easy to lay down. How does one go about laying down the burdens of one’s heart?"
We were silent for a while before he broke it.
“How?” he asked. “How do you lay your burdens down?”
“You just do,” I said. "When they become too heavy to carry and you know that if you don't lay them down, you will not make it. You lay them down," I said, taking a sip of wine and a bite of my chocolate covered strawberry.
I love and honor writers of the past, present and those yet to be born. What brave souls we are to live so openly, unable to contain all that we see and feel, unable to bury our feelings and lock them away. We spill our hearts and souls. We'll stand naked in the cold. We'll share our blood with you.
I thank all those who have come before me and encourage those who come after me to always tell your story. There is no greater gift that you can give to the world than your voice. Not for fame or fortune but so that your life stories will find the person(s) that they were meant to TOUCH.
This post is inspired by the show TOUCH starring Keifer Sutherland and David Mazouz (Jake), created by Tim Kring. I discovered the series on Netflix during Christmas break and was so fascinated by it that I watched entire season and was left hungry for more.
I don’t know where life is taking me. I know that I have touched lives with my stories and so many of you have touched and inspired mine. I thank you.