We recently got a new computer for our wee family.
And it strikes me as odd when I realize just how comforted I am by the slight ticky-tackying of my fingernails upon the keyboard as I feel language flow out of me. It is such a foreign feeling, that of communication pouring out, as though silvery liquid.
The artistry I lack in communication verbally, my inability to form the words I desire when I need them, anxiety of word choice and other's perceptions, all fade away.
Like a heavy storm cloud which has dropped its weight and can now ride the currents of the air, knowing that it fits in.
Not always sure how, but knowing, inexplicably, that it does fit in.
That feeling of being perfectly at home within myself.
Comfort.
Apr 18, 2019
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This is absolutely lovely! Thank you for sharing your beautiful words. And thank you for inspiring me! (You inspired me to post, too, today, so for that I am very grateful.) I am hoping we can spur each other's creativity on--even from afar! Sending good thoughts of comfort and joy!!
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