The wind on my face, leaves, boughs and grass crunching under my feet, the salty taste of dust on a hot day, or the metallic taste of rain in the spring are the senses that connect me to myself. That connection grants me creative energy, or freedom, to choose words, and create phrases, scenes and dialogues that tell my stories. Ink on white paper, and typeface on a screen can then evoke those same senses of touch, smell and taste for my reader. When I am in my writing retreat the cacophony of the every day fall away. My writing mind is then free to create stories, inviting the reader to share a world of the imagination. The warm nubs of natural wool under my feet, and a warm textured shawl create the same sense of ease and safety I feel outdoors. I feel free to get vulnerable on paper, to write from deep within. Writing is process of never ending decision-making.
