The act of creative writing represents more than play with symbolic scribbles, instead revealing aspects of the soul. While often simply clever play, also at times crossing beyond conscious experience into the realm of the subconscious.
So authors wring themselves out onto their page when they create, and it is no wonder that beauty can be found amid the depths of despair or in the telling of the prosaic.
When the writer has shared themselves, we all grow a little closer together and little closer to wholeness. In this way our complexity of being is engaged and our words are like our blood, our thoughts our very life.
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