Beneath My Desk
He lies beneath my desk and follows me wherever I go; he is my dog. He is my friend and my companion.
About 15 years ago a psychic predicted that I would have a large dog that would lie under my desk while I wrote. At the time I couldn’t imagine us owning a dog or that I would be spending time writing. Here I am writing a blog, and I have a dog happily snoozing by my feet. I guess the psychic was right!
I discovered I love to write and I, of course, adore the dog by my feet. Harry’s presence gives me comfort, and I am so grateful at this stage in my life to share my days with him. He is happiest when he is next to me, and I am SO glad to have him close.
Embracing a Calling
Over the past thirteen years, writing has slowly become part of my day. At first, I pushed my writer away; I didn’t believe I could write. I never saw myself as a writer. I had always seen myself as a wife, mother, friend, teacher, but NEVER a writer. I believed that writing was the gift bestowed upon my sister. My sister Mary is a brilliant writer, and she has always embraced the writer inside of her. Her ability to spin words into stories is quite simply magical.
Despite the fact that I didn’t believe in my writing ability or that I didn’t see myself as a writer didn’t stop that voice inside my soul from nagging continually to be heard. At first, the voice was quiet, but as years passed, it became louder and harder to ignore. Many times when my Writer was calling I slammed the door in her face, but over time, and as I matured I became more curious about this part of me that refused to go away.
So one day I invited my writer for tea. I allowed her time with paper and pens, and I discovered great joy as we filled notebooks together. At first, I kept my words just for me, but over time I decided that I would muster up the courage to write for others and I started a blog.
Honouring a Calling
Thankfully I am at a place where I’m okay with sharing my writing with all its imperfections. I don’t see myself as the writer of great literature, just a girl whose heart’s desire is to allow words to fall gently upon a page.
You see as my words crawl onto pieces of paper or across a computer screen they light up the deepest part of me. I feel that God gave me a desire to write for a reason and each time I put pen to paper I honour that gift. I know there are lots of people more talented than I am, but I believe my words are worth sharing. That my words have a purpose and I trust in all the forces that brought me to see myself as a writer. Life is short, and I am on a mission to live regret free.
I just finished a rough draft of a children’s book. While it still needs work, I’m happy that I am courageous enough to spend time writing a book. It’s a beautiful story that deserves a chance to find its way into the world. This book has become part of my life’s story. It will teach, and it will show love, but for a woman who never saw herself as a writer, it will prove the importance of following the wise voice inside us all.
I am so grateful that I dare to write. To show up courageously to blank pages and allow stories to unfold. With Harry beneath my desk, I plan on writing as often as I can.
You see I’m okay with being a writer that is far from perfect because that is better than a writer who hides her stories in the deep recesses of her soul. For I believe gifts that are shielded from the light are drenched in sadness.
So I chose to … “Let my light shine!”