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When You No Longer Hide

What I mean is....

Someday listen to Harry Chapin's Tangle Up Puppet and you may understand :)

Meanwhile, in the semi-La Cage Aux Folles corner of my mind, I wanted to explain the text that I wrote right after to told me you were going to start to write. The previous email I sent is a great example of what I mean. You may have understood, but I was not referring to writing to anyone or even sharing the words. I share some words with you and the internet because I go beyond what I was referring to in the text. What I meant in the text is that when you want to write and feel like there are no words, shift your focus a little (or a lot) and write to someone else. Not as if you are going to send the words to anyone, but often that shift will start the words flowing again. Writer's block is what makes most people stop writing. There are ways around the block. Get it? :)

A pen and paper. I wrote at least a few millions words with pen and paper. Hundreds of hundred page notebooks full of words. They are in storage in New York. A treasure waiting for me, or maybe someone else, to discover. Or discard. I wrote with pen and paper several hours a day, often longer, for many years. I mean more than two decades. I wrote letters that went on more than a hundred pages full of rhymes and reasons and meaningful nonsense. I resisted a keyboard for many years, but finally gave in for one reason. The hand started hurting too much. The idea of saving the words on a disk instead of on paper and being able to cut and paste and edit and format so on appealed to me as well.

That is why I am excited by your finding a good feeling about pen and paper. :)

We really may be siblings from different parents :)

So anyway...

don't let the silence scare you
it can be where you find yourself
you can make the silence hear you
create something to fill your shelf
words are one way to do it
as those who write well know
literally literary painting
just let yourself go

from your heart to your mind
to your hand to your pen
to the paper and back
then do it all again
through your eyes to your soul
your spirit can soar
through the gift of writing
you find this and more

just trust yourself and your words
soon like a flower you'll bloom
and your song will burst through the air
to fill the most silent room
the smile will surround you and suddenly
you'l realize it all comes from inside
with the peace and love and happiness
that comes when you no longer hide

when you no longer hide from yourself
you can become the books on your shelf
everything that you can feel inside
becomes clear when you no longer hide

Good health, true wealth, your self all comes when you express yourself :)

Nite nite love you :)

hl,
me

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