On Being a Writer

Artist – Zula Kenyon

I didn’t know I was a writer. I didn’t know I had stories in my head when I looked at things, didn’t know I could have an outlet for everything I was feeling. I guess we all go through that, thinking everyone is seeing the world in the same way, and that we have no unique skills of our own. Nothing of value to offer, and that we can only do something creative if we’re uniquely skilled from the start. If our teacher had come over to us and proclaimed us a writer, an artist, a musician, etc. I was never particularly good at anything. There was always someone better than me, especially at writing, so I didn’t even consider being a writer. But I also had never found a way to use my own unique voice. And now I don’t think I can stop writing. It would make me too restless and sad. It’s a new and exciting path for me. One that I’m still learning about. And it’s made me a lot happier. 

But I think I’m a listener more than a writer, really. I mean, that’s what I always went back to as a child, the listening. I was listening to the world, to the sky, to some voice that was no voice at all. More like a feeling perhaps. Or maybe this is what a writer is. And it’s what I most love to do above all, just simply sit, walk or stand and listen, feel into something unseen. Reach for something that I’ve forgotten, that some deep part of me still remembers.


On a different note….spring is almost here. The Spring Equinox is on Monday and I’m preparing for it with some friends. We’ve been gathering in a forest, and that’s my favorite part of it I think, being in a forest with friends. 

4 Comments on On Being a Writer

  1. Ella
    March 15, 2017 at 12:00 pm (2 years ago)

    You describe listening so beautifully. I wish I could find more peace to just listen. I’ve been trying to retreat from the ‘white noise’ of the world – all the media mayhem. So that I can hear the spirit world better, and find the quietness where, even if I can’t hear, that I can enjoy listening.

    • Anne Linn
      March 15, 2017 at 12:21 pm (2 years ago)

      Oh I know what you mean. The world can be so chaotic and distracting, and yet a part of me likes that distraction. But then I feel like I’m missing out on something much more important. And I’ve also been practicing the listening part, even if nothing seems to be speaking to me. To just be patient and listen and wait. I hope you find some beautiful listening moments in that lovely place you live.

  2. sarah
    March 15, 2017 at 6:06 pm (2 years ago)

    Yes, I think I understand. You are a listener, and you use writing as the means of sharing with us what you hear. I’m glad you do, because you have such a beautiful soulful perspective on the world.
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    • Anne Linn
      March 17, 2017 at 1:09 pm (2 years ago)

      Thank you sarah. I wonder if you’re listening too? Or perhaps you see your words before you write them? I’m just curious, would love to know more about your process.


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