Sunday
Nov272011
on writing the truth of the story...
ace hotel self-portrait . PDX
Last week, I shared a post about the real truth of an experience and laughter and being seen (by others...by myself) over at Roots of She. This post poured out of me as I sat in a Starbucks listening to Mumford and Sons on repeat as tears tapped at the back of my eyeballs and rain dripped down the windows.
It was such a healing from the guts of who I am post to write.
And I would love for you to read it: The Uneven Line
Hope your weekend was full of lightness and joy and rest,
Liz
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what is real in write, write, write
Reader Comments (2)
Popping over there now, but I wanted to mention how much I love that scarf! It is the perfect colour! xo
Dearest Liz,
I am an open heart, heart lung transplant nurse of 17 years. Yes my dear_many tears, many fears that try to scrape away at our souls. Telling begins the healing. Love the truth in your tears. Much love and light in your ventures.