I am finding that I can write just about anywhere and under any circumstance when I embrace imperfection.
One of the longest periods of time of not writing was during my surrogate pregnancy.
Two years after the giving birth and relinquishing my newborn to his adoptive mom and dad, I began to record my dreams, I also started to write daily in my journal. I’ve been writing ever since and have stacks of journals in my play studio that I go back to again and again for reflection and inspiration.
Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are and why we’re here. ~Sue Monk Kidd
I spoke to my surrogate son, Bobby, just a few weeks ago. He told me during our two-hour call that at an early age he realized that he looked very different than his parents. He asked about his beginnings. He told me, they just kept putting me off.
As our phone call was coming to a close, Bobby said, now that I know my story I have something I can tell people about who I am.
I asked Bobby if he ever writes in a journal. He said he hadn’t written since graduating from university with a degree in journalism. I suggested that he consider writing again saying, now that you know more about your beginnings you have a story to remember and to share with others.
It took a great deal of courage for Bobby to call me. All his adoptive mom and dad had told him up til the time of our call was, her name is Mary.
Bobby’s courage en-courages me to write imperfectly. To write about who I am becoming and the life experiences I am called to share.