I woke up this morning with the intent to sit down and write about what makes me want to be a writer.
There are thousands of other ways I could be channelling my creativity through, yet I choose to write. Why?
Before I attempt any clever explanation, let me tell you one thing: I have recently come to realize that my words are read mostly by people I will probably never meet.
This was a rather defining moment for me, for it led me to ask myself what my words wish to inspire in others. How do I want them to feel when they read my stories? What do I wish them to take away and then use as they move through their day.
I started to wonder who these readers are. Where are they in the world? What uplifts or crushes them?
You see, when we share our creations and make them just about our words, the music we compose, the art we craft we forget that there is a beating heart on the other side. We wish to be seen and forget to see the human being beyond the audience we are building. We want our masterpieces to be celebrated and yet fail to truly connect with those who give us their time, appreciation, and often money.
I wondered how I would answer if any of the subscribers to EvokingGrace.com asked me what makes me want to write. Would I hide behind big words in the hope of impressing them?
“I write so you can feel how wonderfully special you are and how you matter to the entire world!” kind of thing.
Or would I tell them of my days as “Christmas Letter writer?” As per a beautiful Italian tradition, on the 25th of December, children used to place a little letter under their dad and grandad’ s plates and then read it our loud at the end of the festive meal. Every child would receive money and sweets from the adults for their good wishing words and everybody around the table would praise the young poet’s writing skills. What no one knew is that for many years I charged the kids at school money for writing their “letterina di Natale.” I was the young poet telling their papa’ & nonno how much they were loved and that hopefully Gesu’ Bambino would always look down on them. Every year I collected orders and money, and every year I delivered little poems to children who had more exciting things to do than worrying about finding “the right words” for their loved ones.
“Antonia write it for me, please! You are good with la letterina, I would just say loads of nonsense and I’d make no money!”
I never believed those children could not write their own little letter. What they could not do, however, was to bring feelings and words together. It was hard for them to put their love and gratitude down on paper without perhaps feeling overwhelmed, for such is the power of our words.
I write because it is what I have always done.
But here is what I have learnt through the years: my words come to life when they are about other people. Their dreams. Their heartache and disappointments. Of what it takes to show up every day even when it is hard to hope. In the end I have come to see that I write to remind them of the incredible wisdom they cannot longer tap into. It lays dormant under piles of beliefs, fears, insecurities. I remember growing up surrounded by adults who were incredibly resilient. But also incredibly tired and overwhelmed. There was a sense of struggle lingering around them, as if they were on a journey that was taking too long to get them anywhere. I always admired them. I knew how brave and strong they were, because my intuition allowed me to see beyond their flaws. And perhaps I should have told them that I could see how bright they were even if they could not. Perhaps they would have forgiven themselves for never feeling enough. But they were, they had just forgotten
I want my stories to remind the readers of how extraordinary their very ordinary story is.
Too often we look at others wishing we led their lives, forgetting our own voice. I write because I want people to remember their voice and start singing along with their soul. I do not offer remedies or quick steps to fame and success. I don’t pretend to have life figured out, because I will never do. But as I go along, I share what it means to be in life constantly sensing that sacred and profane move with us. I believe there is magic to be found even in the hardest of times and it can only show when we come together and remind one another. I write because I see my readers’ bright light when they cannot. I remind them where to look for it as I know just too well what it means to suddenly find ourselves in the dark.
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