Fill your writings with the breathings of your heart.
The words of Wordsworth,
and it is Hoffman who reflects on just that,
We have all experienced pain of some kind
in our life's. It wouldn't be life without times of both good and bad.
Hoffman speaks about the sorrows of her childhood,
and the pain of impacting trauma
and how it was that words helped her through.
To write freely, with no one to judge you, is an antidote to stress and sorrow.
It gives back something you may have lost:
So it was, she took herself to another place,
and it was her words that guided her there.
It was what helped her survive, helped her too to understand the loss of the parts of her world.
I wonder how much we choose to
understand of ourselves and others, and how much we might wish
that our words could be turned like sunflowers to the sun.
We hope always to do better.
We hope always to find the answers to help that along,
to understand in others as we understand ourselves,
to seek what we can through our experiences and lives,
and through each other,
the right words.
Words of hope
and words of love
from the hearts that speak.
To further read Hoffman's reflections,
here's the link.