Passion, Not Perfection

Our spoken words are fleeting, in existence only briefly before they vanish into thin air.

Ah, but when we write, we write to generations yet unborn. In today’s e-world, we can be pretty sure that even our most steamy texts and gossipy Facebook posts will outlast us on this Earth. (Yes, we should all be mindful of what we write. No, not frightened. Mindful.)

There is no perfect way to write. Just. Write. Keep it simple. Keep it true. The real you. From the heart.

But what about those of us who don’t feel we write well? I most assuredly don’t always write well. In fact, when I read this column each week after posting it, I virtually always see things I feel I could have written better. But I do always strive to write the truth as I see it. And I always, always, always write with passion.

If we choose, any of us can take ten seconds to write, type, or text a little note of kindness to the significant others in our lives.  If we love people, it’s easy. Our passion leads us.

As a child, some of my fondest memories are when my parents and I used to slip little notes beneath each other’s pillows during the day, to be read as we lay down our heads at night. Those words, penned (or penciled) once upon a magical time remain forever cherished in my heart and mind.  The notes were long ago lost, but the love behind them only grows as time marches on. Please consider doing the same with your family.

I strive very hard to write positive things on Facebook posts and social media. Words that bring people together. I refuse to join those who too often write words that further divide us.

My granddaughter, Lenna Kate, just turned three. She attempted to write me something the other day. Below is a pic of her effort. I have no idea what words she meant to say. But I have am virtually certain that she wrote them, as much as a three-year-old could, with passion and truth in mind.