Because I’ve chosen to stand before this empty page I know that words are waiting to be known.
There lives in Life a Waterfall of words made from the eternal truths and this wonderfulness lives also in me. So when I touch my pen to the empty page I find to say what I had forgotten I could say. Suddenly nothing needs mending. I am gifted with a language I can share. Here.
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Being at present a human, I am aided by pens and paper to engage with my true self. I’ve learned not to worry about this way of doing things and I’ve learned to be thankful for it. To be honest, it always takes me a while to use them each day after time spent in Time.
Magically, my pen and paper know all about this hidden treasure in my being and in their impish ways keep drawing me to use them to find it. They occupy my room, they become the clutter that needs ordering, they get lost and must be looked for—the pen, especially. I encounter them all day long as little nuisances until I give in and begin to …
write.
And when I do, I’m Home.