If we could tell the story that is yearning to be told and then be brave enough to send it "out there", then we have indeed made an effort to show up in an accountable manner.
The question - WHY ME? still resonating in my ears was followed by a swift - IF NOT YOU THEN WHO?
For a long time I considered this. Certainly there are those who are more eloquent, more studied and more wise but the nudge had come to me and I needed to Honour the fact that there was something I could say that was unique to my Life view and understanding.
The hardship in just Allowing what was absolutely tied up in my sense of self and the world which has shaped and moulded me.
Through school I sat quietly gazing out of the window and partially followed the teaching. My struggle with words and reading was a factor that created much amusement and embarrassment for me. I could pick up a newspaper and read the headline, creating a whole new sentence which did not even remotely match the printed word. My eyes would select a word from random spots and then string them together. Reading aloud in front of the class was a nightmare for me and throughout my schooling I suffered with terrible abdominal pains and headaches.
My little sister read all the significant novels to me and to Lynda I am forever grateful that she so lovingly spent hours reading to me, keeping the love of words and imagination alive in my mind.
At the age of four when Lynda began her reading career she informed the family that she would read every book in our library and the Bible twice. This precious little person, just two years younger seemed to have her sense of self securely in place.