What comes through her mind
Is bigger than she can be
Farther than she can see
Implanted like a seed
Waiting to burst forth
And be free
©Ashley Castle Barnes
Sometimes I need to be reminded that the words I write aren’t my words.
Yes, they come my from my brain to my paper.
Yes, they sound like my voice and they are often inspired by a sight, a sound, a thought, or an experience.
But they’re not mine.
They belong to the collective wisdom.
And I have the privilege to hold space for them to come through.
What is coming through you today?