Several things in my life right now feel very up in the air, like helium filled balloons, bobbing on the ceiling with their strings hanging down just out of my grasp.  Life things that feel enormous to me yet when I look around at the life things happening to others, my balloons are just normal size, neither too big or too small. 

That is where writing comes into play; it is always there for me.  There are times when I feel like it is a little sister following me around, begging me to play with her, irritating me to the point that I want to run fast away so she can't find me and this is when I know that something needs to be written, needs to be said that I am avoiding saying or even feeling.  Other times, it is my best friend, my secret confidante and I can't wait for a few moments to myself so that I can be with the pen and the paper - feel the words as they are being birthed with ease, no labor pains, no drugs, just feeling the graceful tumbling out, and I am in love, dizzy in love.  I cannot hide from writing nor do I want to.  Just like the kid sister, who I know follows me around because she loves me, because I have something to offer her, because I am her voice, her safety and I love her back, writing is there, always.  I see the world in letters, mixed with colors and beautiful musical notes and I am at peace.

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