Labyrinth

A friend of a friend said, "What you do is better than therapy; writing. But it is my therapy first. Maybe that is why it is better. I woke up in them iddle of the night with worries that twisted into anger and instead of writing to someone else I wrote in myself. I went into the labyrinth to work on the story and in the twists and turns I came back with so much more than when I began typing. This process is magic. Done well it threads in and out of the bowels. It disturbs, does not leave one the same; heals. Like God's, the words of storytellers do not return to us void.