Thursday, June 10, 2010
Why I Write , by Evelyn Watson
There is the challenge of expressing myself in the amazing world of linguistics which I find exhilarating, fulfilling, and pleasurable. Words are ever as much revealing as I and the English language as confusing, a challenge that intrigues me to write. I find words speaking to me as time passes when writing poetry- keys unlocking mysteries, and at times a spiritual experience of knowledge beyond my wisdom when writing letters. My Inspiration gives way to poignancy; through the writing process and I am able to re-live again experiences by writing them as though viewing a photograph.
Beyond that, writing lets me search and draw from the deep well within to discover myself, shining a light on who I am, challenging me to review my character, and giving my feelings expression through that powerful venue through which I become lost in time. Journaling pent-up emotions, anger and guilt, failures and disappointments, voiced silently by pen, yet, mighty as the sword, release me of their bonds. Equally, feelings of happiness and joy, accomplishments and successes bring smiles within when I see them penned realizing I have been transformed by the renewing of my mind, as God proves his perfect will for me.
Writing encompasses an enormous other world of which I know little about, yet, endeavor to enter into at the risk of being made a fool. Words paint a picture of who I am writing my memoirs, not to leave a mark or be recognized of others, but of whom I find myself to be through the revelations of that never ending source- my eternal soul. I recount and remember who I was yesterday and write of who I am today, witnessing God's goodness.