Passion – A Blurb

passion at redhead writingIt’s what you’ll do in sweltering summer heats and epic blizzards.

It sits next to you in medical waiting rooms with his wife, knowing that while he’s blind the woman next to him is all he sees.

It finds you. While it might not be yours, it senses you’ll understand. And you do.

You’ll clean out your closet. Your basement. Dead wight. Your life. When it tells you it can’t breathe.

It consistently surprises, holds you down and kisses you. Thanks you for merely being and giving it a place to feel safe.

On a Wednesday afternoon, it comes tearing in from the backyard, does a lap on the sofa, yanks your Mac power cord out and dashes right out the back door.

It holds you hostage – delightfully so – until you feed it. Pages in a story, notes from life and words that won’t let you go until they rest on your page. Hungry for a page to call home.

When it’s silent, it’s asking you to be silent as well and help it find the right words.

It’ll fight you when you ignore it and look for the easy way out and despises being made to feel mediocre.

But it never cries. It laughs. Sometimes it screams when you choose to ignore it.

(It occasionally holds your head in the toilet, but that’s really more of a retching sound.)

Most importantly, it belongs with you. And if you can’t see it by your side, stop.

Turn around.

Figure out where you left it.

And go get that shit. Pronto.

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What does YOURS do?

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Joe Ray
Joe Ray

Hungry for a page to hit home! Death to mediocrity! Shit! Time for a good bong hit!

WickedShawn
WickedShawn

It takes me to the very edge of the cliff so I can appreciate just how high up I really am. It pulls me so close I can feel it become a part of me. It runs beside me on cold mornings when I cursed the idea of leaving the house, pushing me to go faster, longer. It's the warmth over my body as it recovers and stings and feels alive when I make it back home. It's the reason I smile when I am alone. It's the reason I dance when there is no music. It's the reason I succeed when no one else believed I would. It's the reason I go to bed with plans for the day ahead, instead of regrets from the day past.

Katie L.
Katie L.

It makes my heart hurt when I see photos of beautiful places I haven't been, or haven't seen in a long time, and want to explore. It snaps me back to reality when I get too comfortable. It waits until I've taken the easy way out and spanks me, reminding me I'm better than that. Sigh. This is amazing, Erika.

Ryan Miller
Ryan Miller

It keeps me up at night - in a good way, talking about possibilities and the roads I need to take to reach them. It gives me tired hands, sore legs and ideas big and small. It reminds me to appreciate what I have and who I have to share it with, while at the same time pushing me to do better.Dug. This. Post.

Ryan Miller
Ryan Miller

It keeps me up at night - in a good way, talking about possibilities and the roads I need to take to reach them. It gives me tired hands, sore legs and ideas big and small. It reminds me to appreciate what I have and who I have to share it with, while at the same time pushing me to do better.

joshuatitsworth
joshuatitsworth

It's why I worked the crap jobs to provide for my family. It's why I worked those jobs twice as hard to get out to a field a loved to still provide for my family.