Sometimes when I get all caught up in business, I forget how much of a release writing is for me. I think it would be a crisis if I wrote from my heart on my blog because “it wouldn’t fit in wit the photographer’s blog theme”.
When my fingers hit the keyboard, it feels so raw and real. Words flood and fingers fly. When I open a journal, I stare at the cold, blank pages. I lock up. I wonder, “Will anyone ever find this?” How long will secrets and dirt lay hidden, pages deep?
Something happens when my fingertips hit those keys. When they come in contact, words form. Those words pierce deep. They pierce like a needle pierces fabric; forming whip stitches that draw the pieces of fabric ever close.
When my fingers form around a pen, I can still write the words. The ink still flows. The words still come. The pierce is amiss, though. The feeling that comes when secrets are revealed and God is seen and felt so clearly is absent.
How is blogging vs. journaling for you?
