Thursday, May 6, 2010

A Dream



I want to be a writer. I wish I were a writer.

To inspire, comfort, challenge; to bring joy, laughter, tears, silence.

To open worlds to others who either can't see or are limited by place and time.

To see the world in complex detail and use words to lift the veil that hides so others can see.

To change that complexity to simplicity which is able to go to the heart.

To experience the honor of someone else reading what I have written and be impacted, changed by it.

And to find the freedom and the words to say what is deep within or may scurry across my mind quickly to disappear.

And to not be concerned how others may judge my words or my ability.