Who am I kidding?
One of the biggest reasons I don't write anymore is because I figure I don't really have anything so important to say that anyone needs to hear it.
I have, what I consider to be, important conversations with myself incessantly. With myself, with God, sometimes even with my dead husband or some other spirit passing through - but mostly it's a conversation just among God and I, a running dialogue if you will.
I've often wondered if people would think me crazy if they knew about this never-ending dialogue, this story that seemed to write itself. I've often questioned whether I might be crazy.
And I may be. In fact, I'm pretty sure I am, but aren't we all?
But I don't think it's crazy that I have conversations with God, and with myself. I'm pretty sure we all do.
I imagine it would be very lonely having only yourself to talk to. I wonder of those who do not believe in anything - in any higher power or natural law of order - I wonder how they explain that extra voice deep in their psyche.
That often silent, yet booming voice that alerts you to reconsider your actions, your motives, your words; to remind you that you are not alone; to nudge you down a certain path and to nag you (sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully) into seeing the Truth.
Don't we all have that voice?