Which came first: the writer, or the writer’s heart?
The act of composing our personal journals causes us to examine the contents of our lives, their impact and influence and relative values. To recall and relive the truly meaningful parts, both high and low, winnow them to their bare essentials, and draft them into ordered and concise prose.
The act of living our lives as “writers” causes us to reflect constantly, day in and day out, on the river of life as we ride along its smooth, wandering courses, run its rapids, or plunge helplessly over its waterfalls.
How will we perceive ourselves, our writers’ hearts, when we boil this down to our barest truths? How have we learned and grown from such self-knowing and reflection? How will it bear us up through our days ahead?
Over time, the writer and “the writer’s heart” continue to blend, until this becomes second nature to us.
To view our world as filled with colors and wonders bright and dark,
and living moments that shall, for better or worse,
be indelibly inscribed upon our souls.