The Power of Being Connected

I joined Medium nine months ago and immediately felt a connection. A faint pulse in the back of the writer’s heart that had weakened a little over time. A lack of exercise perhaps. A lack of creative stretching and believing in myself, in the words that had always been there, in the mind that had always played well with them.

I started to write again. I started to think, not as I always did but as others might. I started looking between the shadows, beyond the stares and fixed smiles and into the eyes of anyone that would hold my gaze. I started to create again. To see the innate connection between words and phrases. Their desire to become one, to reach out, and ponder deeply those ideas that seldom held attraction for others and would remain mute and alone. I befriended them and began to write their stories.

I started dreaming again. Lifting my eyes above the keyboard, beyond the windscreen and into the world that had always been there but had gone quiet. Perhaps because I stopped asking questions. Perhaps because I wasn’t paying attention.

But I am now.

I am a better listener because I started hearing my own words again. Started paying attention to ideas that were floating past, attached to new names and new writers I had never heard of before. I started seeing the separation of colors as ideas, no longer blended together. I was happier.

In the past few weeks, since Illumination came into being, I have met more interesting people, said Hi to more engaging writers that I did in the past 60 years. The old writer’s heart is beating sound and sensibly again as new ideas are springing forth. New friends are being made. New hope is spreading page by page.

Thought it only right and proper to say thank you to those who have had such an impact on my life and my words and my future.

Thank you — Merci - Gracias - Grazie