Beyond the Words

Why do I write? What compels me? And how do I keep writing? How do I continue to have things to write about?

It has always been a medium for me. A way to answer the questions in life that feel unanswerable. When it seems no one else can find the answer for me, I use writing to try to find it myself.

Sometimes the whole journal entry is just questions—maybe if I can articulate the questions, the answers will come with greater ease.

The truth is, the answers often don’t come. What does come is a greater sense of my own longing—my heart’s true desires hidden behind the questions. And while words can’t always articulate this longing, they open my heart and mind enough to see and feel what I already know to be true.

It’s one of life’s great paradoxes that uncovering the deepest desires of our hearts is both incredibly complex and incredibly simple, and while words cannot touch that which is intangible within us, they can clear the fog that distracts us from our innate knowing.

Writing teaches us everything that isn’t actually the thing—serving as a reminder that the longing of the heart can only be felt.

So when a moment of truth arises within us, a moment of authentic feeling—we can let the words fall away—knowing they have done their part in bringing us here.

Here where the wind touches your skin just when you needed it most.

Here where your niece gives you the sweetest hug that your heart could just burst.

Here where the beauty of nature causes your whole body to soften.  

Here to this place of freedom.

Here to this place of authenticity.

Where  our hearts, minds and souls are unencumbered by thoughts or worries.

Where the only language that exists is the language of the heart.

There are no questions here.

Only love, only truth.

For all this, I write—to find the freedom and answers that lie beyond the words.

Emilie Street