A writer’s view is largely internal. We imagine other places and see through faces that are not our own. I watch another’s hands stir the dough and turn earth and lock the clasps that change their histories. We live in a world steeped with accumulated memories and sighs, the ink of our pens washing out layers previously hidden.

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Don’t be deceived. Imagination relies on our bodies. We write in the intersections of body and soul, and a pen cannot move forward a jot without both. Writing is an act of the body-soul union. All writing is prayer in this way.

What we put before our eyes affects the vision of our mind’s eye. I can’t trace all the effects of my writing view, but I know it helps me write. The safe space, the sacred space, makes me brave.