Writing without Purpose.
Sounds a bit strange, doesn't it. This is how I started when I was a teenager and how I continue today. Only now, it has turned in to so much more than I ever could have expected.
I was the friend who was considered 'the record keeper'. I had all of our fun times, heartbreaks, cool stories and major events listed in my journals. I wrote almost every day. During my college years, it was a bit more sporadic, but I can still transport myself back in time just by reading the details of those years. I stopped writing for a long period and I didn't realize how much I missed it.
Fast forward to now. I'm in my late 40's, picked up the pen again, and I feel like I've come back to myself. My expensive journals have turned into dollar store notebooks and the words I am writing are no longer my own. When and how did this change?
I was writing one day, really about nothing at all when I started to 'zone out', except my pen didn't stop moving. I wrote pages without registering what I was writing. When my hand finally stopped, I took a deep breath and read back the words jumping up from the pages. I was shocked! At some point what I started writing turned into messages for me. The words (although the writing was barely eligible), were filled with love, kindness and compassion. Instantly I knew these supportive words were coming from my 'Spirit team'. This continued to happen every time I sat down to write and was able to clear my mind of the constant chatter. Quite quickly, I started tuning in for others and realized I was also able to channel their Spirit team, delivering messages of hope, clarity and support, directly to them.
What an honour it is to deliver these messages and to be of service in this manner. Reading and writing have always been a passion of mine and Spirit chose a very creative outlet for me to support their work!