Hers is art. I wish I had some photos of some of her paintings, they are just luscious. For something as simple as paint on canvas, it has a profound effect on her life. Keeping her sane.
Mine is the written word. For as long as I can remember I have had a passion for reading. It allowed me to disconnect from the world and escape into the reality of that particular author. Perhaps for that reason I have always been a bit of a loner. To be perfectly honest, that’s how I like it.
More recently however I have discovered that my passion for the written word extends itself to writing as well. While perhaps my talent is not that of My Soul is a Butterfly, it is something I do to keep me sane.
To me there is something refreshing about words spilling out onto paper (or a screen). A soul being poured into creating an image. Words flowing like liquid. Another reality to escape to, creating one of my own.
