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When you write yourself back to where you are

The ground is always moving. Stay grounded in who you are. Remembering who I am is sometimes a task. I’m not so good sometimes at receiving my gifts.

I stumbled upon an article I wrote years ago describing who I wanted to be in life—my career, to be exact—but really was asked to describe my identity in the world. I’m amazed to recognize that today I’m doing just what I described. It was eleven years ago.

I felt misunderstood back then. It’s a continual process to gain confidence in my natural talents, as if I need to reign over them.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part nineteen

Here, as I type, you are close.
(you are just on the other side of my sentences).

You are watching my face
trying to figure out where words
come from.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part eighteen

Watch time stand still with me. Ok? Help me to quietly become one with the search for what is luring me.

you ask me to be still
and so i do..
you lie hidden within, unfelt
the answers touching you

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part sixteen

In between the letters is a place. To imagine what occurs—as a word is formed, as a choice is made—is to be a step closer to being in that space.

Sentences are made of more than words. Ideas, described. Pauses, illuminated.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part fifteen

You are the memory I have known all my life. You float on a cloud, sometimes white, other times invisible. Clouded, yet not. You are me. You surround me with invisibility—a strength that shields.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part thirteen

Dream, I tear you apart in pieces to unglue what you've become adhered to in search for wholeness. You are a bridge, and are far from broken now.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part twelve

Is it a heart or mind that is captured when a story comes to live on the screen as if concocted as typed? A memory or imagery merges—paints itself across the screen as envisioned—with feelings and colors from a world that doesn’t quite exist, yet does.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part eleven

I had no idea how it held me captive, until I was freed and felt the rush of releasing sentiment, reaction and response. Once guarded, now unafraid, I spoke.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part ten

Your tapestry speaks of histories, of memories, and of dreams once lived yet maybe not. You are a heart that I have won. Even my nervous and tender sentences do not put a dent in your undying craze over me.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part nine

You are green and blue light, swirling together. I hear you thinking. There is something about you I want to learn, grow into and hide in. I do already. You know.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part eight

I surrender now to you. To you, and to the powers that be that will make my dreams come true in a second once I let go. To you I speak…

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part seven

What is inside you when you feel like melting? Are the particles of you floating eloquently in space aimlessly, or alive… waiting to pounce? You remind me of a memory where the bubbles of time enter without a cue, knowing their place.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part six

The way you are looking at me now creates an incredible story in me. It goes on for days. Did you know the power of your eyes? The power of us—as my eyes connect with yours, even from the distance, even in pixels that attempt to encapsulate skin and texture?

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part five

It‘s obvious to me that creative words come from the heart and the soul of life, which when flowing freely come sporadically. It is what’s in the silence in between moments.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part four

Sometimes the words don’t come—well only the ones that no one wants to hear. These are the times when I need them the most. It’s when I desperately wish I could write a wonderful book just for me to read, so that I will believe that it’s possible to touch another being in this moment.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part three

As the wind blows, I know why I’m a writer. Because life is in balance; like a seesaw, it tips. I see through a lens that looks for what’s interspersed as opposites—each sting has a petal. I can hear what you see when I am grateful to be alive.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part two

Write with me
... as if I'm writing you
... as if I hear only your voice.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part one

The writer is a person whose faucet of words continues to flow. There is no on/off switch. But, the writer—an author of freelance ways of the mind—can also take a nap. A good nap. And in that slumber, words dancing (or not), there is an inflection that breathes through inactivity that produces the artistic work.

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Justified Type is classier for online content: Copywriting standards

Having said that, wouldn't you rather have your content most visually appealing, and expend the effort in doing so? Awkward shapes are not very inviting to the eye, which is inherent in unjustified text, from sentences to paragraphs. Shouldn't copywriting standards adhere to the creation of beautiful and effective copy?

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What I said is not what I mean

This bridge encapsulates a journey into the unknown somehow. To walk out onto this bridge into the fog along a treacherous cliff along old cobblestone seems precarious to say the least. Yet, it draws me in. If I were faced with this bridge in this moment, I would surely put one step in front of the other and venture out onto it.