It’s like singing, except it’s painting or writing poems or sharing a recipe or planting a pot of flowers or anything else that awakens a full presence. For the past few months in my creative life, I have been writing little poetry, and I admit that I wondered why my voice was so silent. But I just realized today how much it was saying to me through other creative activities. Voice has color, shape, and an intelligent light in it. Maybe it has been stronger through silence.
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