Why I write

I can catch myself when I write. My mind unfolds before me like a map. The patterns and pathways all laid out in plain English, with the grammar of someone who finds home in two languages.

It brings stillness to the anxious movements of my mind. The emotional chatter settles for a softer whisper and I can finally hear myself think.

I watch as my mind bounces between past regrets and future desires, writing until self-judgment and fear relax into curiosity and compassion. Writing until I return to the present anchored through pen and paper.

A communion of mind and spirit expressed through the body.