Blogosphere

This is a space of instantaneous connection, perfectly suited to artists, especially writers, since most of us are, by our very natures, beings who shy away from social gatherings; glittering social prisms thwart the transference of light. It is in dark solitude that we find our greatest connection–touch exhilarated joy—-feel intensified release dancing in the vibrant energy of transformative creation.

Here, in this space, we are free of our bodies. Here, in this space, we have vaporous blood. Here, in this space, we leave no immediate impression yet wield the power to make a lasting one.

Here, in this space, the rivers of words flow. Here, in this space, the lakes fill with sentences. Here, in this space, the oceans of paragraphs rise— from beginning to middle to end. Here, in this space we gather; to slip gently into the water and float, to dive furiously into the deep head first, then rise toward the surface, buoyant.

This is a space of instantaneous connection, perfectly suited to artists, especially writers, since most of us are by our very nature physicians of the word, who swallow letters to heal. Here, we gather, skilled surgeons all; with relative ease we eviscerate ourselves onto the virtual page, letters merge into words pouring from our guts. We honor the vulnerability of our splayed hearts.

Here, in this space, we meet and we share and we embrace and we dance and we dare and we shine and we suffer and we cry and we laugh and we scream and we are each other’s family–physicians of the word. Writers all, speaking the same language.

This is a space of instantaneous connection, perfectly suited to artists, especially writers, because it is with words that we breathe; it is with words that we feel; it is with words that we love; it is with words that we dream; it is with words that we heal; it is with words that we mourn; it is with words that we grieve; it is with words we are born; it is with words we rejoice; it is with words that we touch; it is with words that we scream; it is with words that we suffer; it is with words that we discover; it is with words that we learn; it is with words that we teach; it is with words that we preach; it is with words that we eat; it is with words that we sleep; it is with words that we dance; it is with words that we pretend; it is with words that we ascend. It is with words. We ascend. It is. With words. We. Ascend.

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