I spoke recently at a local fundraiser and was made aware an article was written in a small publication quoting me extensively.

Reading the words the writer put forward as my own first left me aghast which morphed into interest.

My words they were not.

What intrigued me was his act of hunting down ideas which he deemed worthy and spreading them out in his own language which bore no relationship to mine.

The essence was lost.

The generative fuse of the thing cloaked in a grey fog of banality.

I saw my gift.

Using the courage, intention, skill and heart I am to move slippery and elusive hard won treasures out of me as offerings to you.

The aforementioned author’s gaffs gave me the buckle-down juju to continue writing my book.

Who we are becomes thrillingly apparent in proximity to who we are not.

I just love duality.

Except when I hate it.


4 Responses to “Licence”

  1. Rick Stevens on September 7th, 2015

    It’s difficult to talk, or write, about opposites existing together and defining the other. This anecdotal story is useful for us readers too… not to take away from the frustration you must have felt with this misrepresentation of your words and ideas.
    Your last two lines would make a good bumper sticker 🙂

  2. Irene on September 7th, 2015

    As a professional writer about to retire after 40 years of facing the blank page, I can safely say the following:
    – Everyone thinks they’re a writer; few actually can write decently.
    – Today, everything has “spin” and everyone has an agenda.

    Cathy, only you can share your essence with others…please finish the book!

  3. Alexandra Eldridge on September 7th, 2015

    I have been enchanted by your words and thoughts for years. I am thrilled that this urges you on with your book! xxA

  4. Michele Patenaude on September 7th, 2015

    Your writing is exquisite and eloquent. I love you.

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