My writing Muse has been silent for weeks now. Maybe months. I suspect I could trace it back to November, when Denial about the legion issues that separate us, died. For many, as it became clear that our wholeness hinges on talking about uncomfortable things–issues we had become expert at avoiding, we simultaneously strengthened our resolve, and completely lost our voice.
Maybe you are afflicted too.
I even developed a full-blown case of laryngitis that had me hidden beneath a towel, inhaling steam infused with homeopathic remedies.
A voice is a hard thing to lose when one is called to use words as her medium.
Silence. There is a sound to it after all, and that sound takes many forms. Continue reading