My voice, your voice

I was reminded today that each of us has our own, unique voice. Words you use might be different from those I choose. But that doesn’t matter. Each of us has our own muse, our own connection to whatever it is that motivates us to allow our voices to be heard. The challenge is to allow our words to move out into the world without filtering the message wanting to be birthed through us.

My words today–I find myself anxiously awaiting news from my beloved birth place in coastal Alabama. The winds are shifting and moving the oil to and fro and frustration is growing as nobody can tell for sure where it will make landfall. It’s like a hurricane–a major destructive force that is going to hit somewhere but nobody knows where for sure.

As I email and chat with friends and family from the Gulf Coast they, also, feel as if they are waiting for a hurricane. But this won’t be over in a day or two and cleanup will take longer than a year or two. The oil flow cleanup will effect the coastal regions of the Gulf of Mexico for many years, possibly decades.

I wonder what residents of  my home county are feeling today. I wonder what they would say if given the opportunity. What would they tell their neighbors or scientists working on the oil flow? Censoring the words longing to be birthed helps nobody. Each of us has a voice inside, a light within…why hide that?