Chapter Two:
So, here I was with a new idea, a new
concept and a new direction for my writing.
That’s when the other shoe dropped.
If you’ve been following this blog
you’ll know that almost a year ago I lost a good friend. I’m not going to review and rehash all that
went down last summer (you are welcome to read about it in my archives) but what I will say is the direction of my writing turned
again. What surprised me was the breadth
of the writing – from empowering to imploding.
When I stopped to think about the
phrase “no scars, no stories” it was easy to imagine all the horrible things
that can happen to someone that can leave a scar. Then I remembered all the fun that Michael
had together over the course of his life.
I remembered my time in Ireland and the joy I felt in finding the exact guitar
with the exact sound.
Scars are formed for many reasons. Maybe you got your scar from doing something
you love and landing on your ass. Maybe you
got your scar from living thru pain and coming out the other side in a better
place. The thing about scars is they are
only there to serve as a bookmark, our own little piece of living history.
It’s when we have the faith and the humility
to share our stories that our scars heal.
