I write like a thunderstorm.
When I write, I access a depth of feeling that I didn’t know was or could be possible.
It just tumbles out of me.
When I write, I connect with— & feel— myself ever more deeply.
It gets to be easy.
I love with my whole heart.
I come home to who I am & who we are.
When I write, I am free.
When I write, I am me.
Home was always [in] you.
This piece is an ode to human nature.
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