A hot cup of cocoa and laughter on a cold winters day in front of a fireplace
A release of emotional entanglement with heart and mind
My inner child wounds getting a hug with words of compassion
Daily struggles hidden in rhythm and balanced out before one\'s eyes
Hope for something that may never be but is still a thought worth expressing
It\'s the cool breeze over the creek while fishing in the summer
It\'s holding the future in my hands and not knowing that the words are affirmations
Writing for me is having something to hold on to that must also be let go
It\'s the passion of a love so pure that it only exists in written words
That\'s just a few things as to what writing is to me…