Tourist update 3. Travelling and writing. Today I woke up and felt these words so sharing before I head off to my next destination.
Just a few days after the terrorist attack in Barcelona, I visited La Sagrada Familia. For me it was genuinely a spiritual experience. Not because this cathedral was a religious place, but because of the feeling that came over me during my visit.
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We all have dreams. Big dreams and little dreams of a life where what we wish to achieve actually happens for real. You might call this setting goals. I don’t. Dreams to me are what come from the gut, the essence of who we are inside. We have a yearning, almost an insatiable desire to satisfy such dreams.
I recently traveled to California to attend the San Francisco Writers Conference where dreams were on tap. Every conversation opened with the phrase – “So what are you writing a book about?” The answer would either be a laugh, a serious statement or a practice of a pitch carefully crafted after attending one of the many sessions on this topic.
Yet underneath the words of each person, I sensed the heart of a writer, felt the energy of storytellers and saw the longing of expression in the eyes. These people were on a mission to calm the voice inside needing to be expressed.
I write because I love to write. I have something to say. For many years though this voice remained silent, restrained and contained in a myriad of diaries, notebooks and computer journal entries. I have boxes and boxes of writing reflecting the stop and start meanderings of my heart, mind and soul.
Back in June 2008 I courageously (to me at least) created this blog and made my first post "Be a dreamer who's down to earth" . It was a momentous occasion, even though no one celebrated except me. Up until then I did not know how to get my words out of me for others to benefit. I also felt a sense of ‘who am I to be a writer?” But I am a writer, at least a closet writer trying to open the door to author in this lifetime.
A celebration party for one
