Becoming Her

After writing my last post about Odie, my little storm cloud, I realized something important. In the middle of the heartbreak, my instinct was, I’m going to write about this. Writing has become my solution to everything I have been going through lately.
So, I sat down and poured it all out. And once I did, I felt my shoulders drop. There was a release that came with letting the words leave my heart and land on paper instead of just rolling around in my mind.
And then I thought about the people who might read what I had written. Because that’s always with me: What will the reader get from this? How will they benefit? Could my words help them get through something in their own life?
That’s the whole reason I write.
I believe there is something deeply beautiful about the ability to turn pain into purpose. That’s alchemy. And I am so thankful that I’ve been given the chance to alchemize my pain into art, into writing that I can share with others who might need a hand to hold.
I may not be able to sit next to them in their darkest hour, but they can read my words and hopefully, feel a warm embrace. They can feel a hand gently placed on top of theirs, saying, I know how you feel. Or maybe saying nothing at all, just offering quiet presence until they’re ready to talk.
That’s what I hope my writing carries: not just my stories, but love leaping from the page into someone’s ears, down deep within their heart.
Even in his passing, Odie was still helping me. Helping me remember why I write. Helping me see that sometimes even our pets can carry divine callings. Maybe callings aren’t just for people after all.