Set me a task in which I can put something of my very self, and it is a task no longer; it is joy; it is art.
Bliss Carman (1861-1929) Poet
This is my joyous task and always has been. I began it for my sake, but continue it for others. I think as I write here, so I could gain just as much for myself by being silent. I know the power of words to wound or soothe and I aim mine at the wounded to soothe wherever possible.
My life is made richer by the time I spend here, although not in money. In reality my toil here has cost me dearly in that realm. The riches comes in friendships forged and comfort given that is returned to me in ways that make my soul rejoice.
Do I consider it an art? Well, yes in its own way I suppose it is. Each soul has something of beauty to share with the world, and this is my slice of soul laid bare for public consumption.
THINK ABOUT IT
LET IT GROW
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