For someone who thinks in pictures, I feel terrified to write.

Different thoughts swirl around in my head.

• You don't know how to explain things clearly!
• You use too many words
• You are not able to make no logical connections.
• People will never understand what you are trying to say

These thoughts sound like people shouting. People are pushing me out of my chair. So I start to look for any kind of distraction: a cup of tea, a different task to perform. Whatever helps me to get away from the writing.

But then, I remember….

• How…..when reading a text that uses exact the right words to describe what I have experienced too, feels like the words are caressing my soul
• How rich the stories are, in textures, tastes and layers. The stories others so generously shared with me for the participatory research. How these stories deserve to be savored.
• How I experience joy and sheer bliss when I read and connect with these stories. How my heart melts and expands, chewing on the history and future weaved within the stories.

So I float over the edge, like how in cartoons characters get seduced by a smell, moving by being pulled by something greater than themself. And write anyway…..

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