“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”~T.S. Eliot
I have been kicking around this idea for awhile. Of losing and finding our voices. Especially about having lost my writing voice, my blogging voice. And hoping to find it, to feed it.
Too many censors, too many attempts to write what I believe what others may want to read. Yielding a shrinking pile of ideas. Or perhaps slowly starving the seeds of attention’s and tenacity’s crucial nourishment. Even a post about losing my voice limped, shriveled, and nearly died.
Until tonight. Maybe it was the firelight’s entrancement. Or the wild wind’s howling at the windows. Or the promise of a brand spanking new year.
Regardless, the post came calling…along with my resolve to myself to get back to the practice of writing. A practice that alternately brings joy and frustration, but always elucidation :).
Serendipitously, when I checked what other folks have said about finding your voice, T.S. Eliot’s timely, timeless quote was at the top of the page. OK, the Universe says “do it!”
Or life does…to all of us waiting in the wings…for the right time or the right idea or the necessary funds or whatever we’ve come up with to delay diving in.
Yes, as Maya Angelou said, “Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: ‘I’m with you, kid. Let’s go.’
Finding our voices? Use them or lose them.
The only way to find a voice is to try things out, fail, try some other things, expand, experiment, keep going, trust the process. It’s like dancing, in my mind, for which the only way to learn to dance is to do it. All the thinking and imagining and writing and hoping are not the act, the experience of dancing itself. Only dancing is.
So, here’s to a new year spoken in her own inimitable language! Avanti! Let’s go.
Photo credit: Bottom–Nikki Carrara