Words Have Power

I had been a life long journaler. Until I realized that for the past five years that all of my journals were filled with the same dialogue. I was caught in a pain filled loop and while writing had once been my place of release, it had become a sad reminder of the state of my life. Upon my return to this platform, I announced that I was back. That I had lost my voice, no, not lost it, given it away. I returned her to reclaim it and to be inspired by the beautiful, honest, and sometimes gut wrenching prose that helps to sustain us all. So as I write, I remember. Life and death are in the power of the tongue and even more so in the power of the pen. Words have power, power to change, power to lift up and more importantly, power to heal. On my morning walk, as I thought about this post, I looked up and experienced the most beautiful sight. I am sharing it here because it gave me hope, that my words will heal, first me and then perhaps ….