There are times when I don’t feel compelled to share or just simply don’t know what to write (hence my absence from the blog) but those times are good and perfect in their own right. On the other side of absence is presence and as I write today, I am reminded of why…
I write not for
myself others with clever prose or manufactured content, but I write for others myself, as the marks on the page serve as a reminder of my presence. Not simply text on the screen, but marks in the fabric of the time. We are all here on this Earth, for this time, for such a purpose as different and unique as the prints on our fingertips. Sometimes it’s impossible to articulate the reasons why or the hows that surround our purpose, but one thing remains true for all…to make a mark, you must move.
To create is to live, to live is to move. There few people who have ever lived that have accomplished so much and used their gifts so perfectly as a girl whom society would quickly outcast due to her ability to see and hear in ways that most people would never know. With obstacles far greater than those that surround us in our lives today, she broke the barriers of shoulda-coulda-woulda and kept moving. Thus, the marks that she left etched into the fabric of time have made the world a much better place. May the same be said of us all.
“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature” – Helen Keller