Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us:
We taste only sacredness.
Hi! My name is Gwin and I am a writer, storyteller and photographer! There, I said it!
Yes, I am fully aware that this is a strong declaration. My friends, it HAS to be! Why? Because I have concluded that I don’t need anyone to tell me what I already know about myself! I am the one who defines who I am.
Do I sound radical? Well… er…um…for the sake of clarity let me rewind this story!
Right before my last birthday, I began to think about becoming a ‘writer,’ but I immediately dismissed that thought. Then, out of nowhere, I heard my inner voice say: “Gwin, what in the hell are you thinking? If you are a writer then write! If you are a storyteller then tell stories! If you are a photographer then take pictures! You don’t have to submit your stuff to anybody! You don’t need a formal title; you just need to go about the business of doing the damn thing! Do it for you!”
Oh yeah, me and I had a good long talk!
Anyway, during this conversation with myself, I realized that I had spent WAY too much time being afraid. You see, I had always dreamed of becoming a writer/storyteller/photographer, but I never seriously pursued doing those things because I was worried that my work wouldn’t be accepted. In my mind’s eye, I could just see all of my writings and pictures being thrown back at me in big golden envelopes –stamped with the word “REJECTION”—capitalized in bold red; and that, my friends, spooked the hell out of me!
Well now I’m over it! So I started a blog where I can post whatever I want! And you, my loves, are acting as witnesses to my dreams! I thank you so much for that!
OK, that’s enough about me and my wings! What about yours? Tell me what ‘opens your wings?’