The Bliss Mistress Guide: Soulprint

Lately I have come to recognize that writing has saved my sanity over and over in the last 15 years. Taking pen to paper or fingers to keyboard is far more affordable than therapy which may be an odd thing for a therapist to admit. It is a healing tool that is available to me 24/7 no matter where I am. It is what I use to communicate my deepest heart longings and most fervent desires. There was a time when my writing was simply a means of bringing other people along for the ride on my roller coaster life. Rarely was I able to have an experience without contemplating how I would paint word pictures for their enjoyment. Now it has done a 180 and I write to be able to express for myself and to myself my own inner workings; what makes me tick. At times it feels as if I have become an emotional exhibitionist with readers as willing voyeurs. It is also a reinforcement that certain events actually occurred which comes from my training as a Social Worker (“If you didn’t document it, it didn’t happen.”). It’s kind of like the Zen koan “If a tree falls in a forest and there is no one there to hear it, did it make a sound?” The other aspect is that I don’t ever want to forget the pivotal moments of my life and want to be able to memorialize them in perpetuity. Although I don’t want to reinforce it, events and particularly conversations, have been slipping through the cracks more often than they had in the past.

I was sharing with my radio producer tonight that I can’t help but let my writing that actually ‘writes me’, out to play. Sometimes the words are so insistent that they don their outdoor togs, ready to roll in the grass, splash in puddles and make mud pies. His response was that it was like putting my soul on paper or screen like a ‘soul print’. I like that idea since it does literally feel like an imprint on the world. Another image that comes to mind is Silly Putty® Have you ever opened up the little plastic egg and pulled out the pink gummy substance and lay it down on a newspaper and then peeled it up and along comes the design embedded in it? What if every time we wrote or spoke our truth, we left behind an indelible part of our hearts and souls?