bookmark
September 15, 2011 § 3 Comments
For my birthday a dear friend sent me a book with a singular passage highlighted. Up until the moment I began my blog, and occasionally even after, one singular thought casts doubt: what if this act of writing is self-absorbed? I tug self-consciously at this thread even as I weave new posts. Then, among the lines of another’s words, my friend sent me a moment of affirmation:
” ..I understood that writing was this: an impulse to share with other people a feeling or truth…” (If You Want To Write, Brenda Ueland)
In my first effort to gather my thoughts, identify myself among strangers, and mark a small corner of the world for my own voice I wrote: I am forever scribbling thoughts on scraps of paper and curious to share fragments of my life with others. My friend’s gift created a serendipitous reflection on the simple beauty and the universal gift of shared stories.
May all of our chapters be bookmarked with friendship.
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Tagged: Friendship, Stories, Writing
scribblechic 
Love you. And your words.
I love Ueland’s words of affirmation, and I kind of think it should be required reading for all of humanity. 🙂
“May all of our chapters be bookmarked with friendship.”
Indeed.
Thank you!