Baby Steps…

I feel so brand new here. Still trying to figure it out. Writing is not just about scribbling words on a white background. It is a canvas of art. I am creating something here. It must look a certain way I tell myself. The pictures that I see is what I must elloquently convey so that the reader will see the pictures I am trying to paint using lines circles and dots. The reader must see the rainbow of colors that I present though my chalkboard is white and my paint is black. They must smell the fragrances and hear the sounds. My job is not done until I have taken the reader from the room they sit in, from the screen they look at, to the lush environment of the story presented full of activity.

I am silenced. Even though Ive been given a larger playground to construct my building; even though I have been given more tools to use to create my picasso; even though I feel as a baby in kindergarten, my drawings will get better. I am just beginning here. It gets better, and I simply need to be patient with myself. I dont have to rush this. There is so much beauty in simplicity. I simply need to take my time and not force the relationship being forged.

I must start with baby steps and the rest will come.

There is something beautiful about starting fresh, about starting at the beginning, about growing. There is something beautiful about transparency. There is something beautiful about not defining myself but allowing myself to be molded and shaped into the writer that I am divinely created to be.

So I will simply breathe and let it flow. I will simply breathe and allow the Creator to shape me. I will simply breathe…

But I still feel like I am a student in kindergarten…

… and I feel as if my focus is to be on being a student and not on the grade level.

I am…

… a student.

-Silence

My words here seem to have no form, no shape, no purpose… Yet they are beautiful because it is here where I am learning to use my tools to construct masterpieces.