In these recent years, there had been times even an old beloved song cut too close and deep to what was left of me. Yet quiet became unbearable. That El wrote her music as ferociously as I wrote story - a sword cutting through personal silence - brought me respite from this high speed mess called life, and led me out of my own Egypt and into a promised land of new possibilities and new stories.
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The written word is a seed that falls into the crack that exists between the rock and hard place. Eventually it will sprout and push its way through making room for itself and new life.
gosh...maybe I've been taking too many of these sinus pills....
Thank you, Claire! I am humbled...
LOL! Wonderful comment, mybabyjohn. Keep that sinus medicine coming!
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