Here I bear a part of my Soul

*This started as a journal entry but I thought I would share. You'll see why I felt the need, I hope*

I have been and continue to be amazed at how it is that some people are able to communicate so perfectly both in literature and in life. 
It seems so effortless for them to share their thoughts and feelings and philosophies. I, at times, see that I could be jealous of that talent if for an instant were to ignore how touching and at time piercing(in a good way) their words can be: 

from Lewis who teaches of the many forms of love and inspires a path to faith in any medium he chose to write in, 

 to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow whose rhythm of prose or poetry envelops you in a world of his own creation,

to Charles Dickens whose story, A Christmas Carol, is always inspiring who also is responsible for these words that helped me to find once more that I am ok about having a 'person' 

to Paul Rusesabagina who lived through a living hell coming out on the other side greater than before and able to teach us that even and especially in times of turmoil we all have the power to do extraordinary things. 

In my own life I have seen great orators in every day clothes and I marvel.  

I wonder at why it is I sometimes stumble over my words only to see their meaning lost to the wind as others try to understand what I'm saying. I know it's not because I lack the feeling behind my words because I have often tried to say how I feel only to see that when I need words the most, I can't find them. Sometimes they get lost on the way to my mouth, other times it's like they were never there to begin with.

It is my goal to well, not be comparable to any of these men, but to find my "voice" and to say what I mean regarding the lovely things because it may make those things even more lovely, 

also to say what I mean or feel about the not-so-lovely because maybe it can lessen the qualities of those things that are well, not-so-lovely. 

This blog is a start (well, a continued practice). 
Be gentle.