This really hit me. I’ve always felt that same tension between fire that destroys and fire that creates. I know what it’s like to swallow it down until it eats at me, and I know the relief of letting it out on the page. Writing feels like the only place I can carry my fire without it burning me.
This really hit me. I’ve always felt that same tension between fire that destroys and fire that creates. I know what it’s like to swallow it down until it eats at me, and I know the relief of letting it out on the page. Writing feels like the only place I can carry my fire without it burning me.
Glad to hear that there are people like you. Will you try the ritual? 🙂