My soul aches to write. There are words and fears and wishes that are trapped. That are ready to escape. That are longing to be cradled from my heart and carried out to the world.
It’s been brewing for a couple years now, but over the last week, and this morning in particular, I can feel it so acutely. I don’t know what I’ll do with the internal siren call. I hope I’m brave enough to listen, and to write.
For now, I’m going to settle in with my “cup of peace.”