Good to be heard.

Unlike other relationships, I do not have to question if my relationship with writing is existent. The possibility has been lingering around my mind as fresh as The Cranberries song. That song reminds me of childhood, just like writing does I guess. I was always advanced in writing and reading never in math, that's how the game worked. Leah's always creating and imagining but never figuring anything out. That's why I've sat down and have tried to make something of it. Taking a chance so that these words tangled in my mind can escape with a breath of reality and understanding into the great wide world where they can take a gasp of fresh understanding and take a whiff of the outside air. So that any interested may pluck the strings of my mind and allow a note of Leah to be left ringing in their ears whether it be a high pitched squeal or a comforting E string. My words may trip and fall and slip and crawl but it will be no struggle in comparison to the struggle of staying in my mind full of caverns and hurdles that never seem to end.

To entertain the fact that writing may be a talent of Leah's, I have started this journey of writing in a journal. Hand writing is usually how my heart pushes out words that I may not want to otherwise hear. In adoration before the Blessed Sacrament, my heart has taken refuge. I search for Christ in my writing but only find a mess of my own words describing the twists and turns of my time in adoration. They usually begin with cries for help and end with thankful graces. But here, in the great wide world, I may be able to make sense of things my heart and mind want to say. If your'e with me on the journey, thank you. It's always good to be heard.