ML WordSmith

I wonder when the words will run out…. Some days, the well of inspiration feels perilously dry. My fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitant, as if they’ve forgotten the dance of creation.  I ponder what it would be like not to write… Could I even be able to silence the inner call that urges me to spill my thoughts. Would it be freedom? Or a quiet betrayal of the self I’ve come to know? I strain to write of the positive when the world is filled with hate… The world these days doesn’t make it easy. I strain to write of the positive when the air is thick with hate, division, and noise. How do I craft hope when despair lurks so close? How do I find light when shadows seem to dominate? I ask for Grace to guide my fingers so as to pen of hope and faith… I beseech words that may act as lifelines. I long to pen something that reminds us—me, you, all of us—that there’s still beauty worth salvaging. I struggle, for I am human, navigating the human race… We are capable of so much good and al...

In a world brimming with noise, hate, and division weighing heavy on my heart, I find myself longing for a path to solace. My thoughts drift to  The Camino ,  The Way —a sacred pilgrimage where thousands walk seeking truth, guided by waypoints, those meaningful stops where the soul reflects, connects to history, and mirrors life’s highs and lows. But physically trekking Spain’s trails isn’t an option for me. So, I asked myself:  What is the Camino, and how can it shape my life without taking those steps? For me, the Camino transcends a physical journey—it’s a metaphor I walk through words. It represents: A Pilgrimage : A sacred act driven by a call to truth. A Walk of Introspection : A solitary path where wisdom emerges. A Journey Through History : Connecting the past to shape the present. Ups and Downs : Hardships and joys reflecting life’s ebb and flow. So, join me on this, my metaphoric Camino of words, where writing becomes my path to meaning, marked by waypoints that...