Doubt is not an offense. Questioning is a step toward understanding. I am riven by beauty. I am humbled by grace. I strive to be kind, but not because I was told to.
Language is a door. Words en-trance and are an entrance; they draw you in. When you read, the book you cradle disappears and the tales within unfold in your mind. Writing is a shelter of words and reading an interior adventure.
My theory is you shouldn't apologize for believing in an idea-channeling muse. You should just be sure to feed her.
You flourish one hushed breath at a time. Imagine all you can build word by single word.
