I love words, especially written words. Since that very first time when I read a book it ignited passion in me. That love has never diminished. Words can transfix me, excite me, sadden me, inspire me, change me…the list is long.
Writing words is a whole different story. To be the giver instead of the receiver. To create instead of experience. To be the one that touch others through words. I love that too. It is harder but rewarding. Better to give than to receive.
I’ve always expressed my thoughts and emotions through writing. The pile of diaries and notebooks testify to that. I’ve written countless blog posts. A few years ago in a dark time I started my first novel and within 5 years I wrote 4 books.
The past few years I have barely touched a pen or a keyboard. My words just haven’t been there. There is no explanation. On the surface it doesn’t look like much has happened in my life. I have read hundreds of books. I’ve build, decorated and moved into a new home.
A few days ago I heard Yahweh’s voice…”I want you to write again.” I’m startled. “Me?” I feel so empty. Do I have any words? Can I still write? So, I write a poem about Nothing. You have to start where you are. Then I write a little something for Mother’s Day and here I am writing my first blog.
There is uncertainty as I venture back into this domain. I’m here out of obedience not desire. I’m writing because I cannot live just for myself. To those around me who struggle to see the light I want to shine. So here is the one thought that impacted me today:
“God is the life force in everything like the paper to the picture. You cannot separate the two. I do not exist apart from Him. I choose whether I create my truth on separation or oneness. If I choose oneness then I am in God and He is in me. Nothing that I am can be other than what God is.”
Thank you for reading my writing. It is an honour to share these words with you. Join me on a journey of mystery and discovery as I begin to write anew.
Clara Berge 