I like the concept of writing as a way to heal. To express and create from within through honoring those stories and integration. As a non-religious person, worship isn’t the word I’d choose for myself. I’d have to think on it to pick a word that fits for me. I am curious to hear more about what worship means to you, especially in this context.
I love this. I have also come to see writing as a necessary spiritual practice (as I write about in my next post), but I've not considered it as an act of worship. This adds another beautiful layer for me. Thanks.
Writing is worship—when it’s honest, when it burns, when it names things the church was too afraid to name. You’re not just putting words on a page; you’re building altars out of vulnerability and lighting candles with your truth.
The line about “certainty over mystery” is a dagger. That’s exactly what institutional religion traded when it chose control over communion. But every time you write what’s real, you reclaim a little of that sacred ground.
Keep writing. Keep worshiping. The Spirit shows up in margins too.
I like the concept of writing as a way to heal. To express and create from within through honoring those stories and integration. As a non-religious person, worship isn’t the word I’d choose for myself. I’d have to think on it to pick a word that fits for me. I am curious to hear more about what worship means to you, especially in this context.
I like to think of worship as an act of honoring. In this case, honoring who we were made to be.
I love what you wrote Dawn, about being who you are and your thoughts about writing. Your writing here is so beautifully woven with grace and wisdom.
Thank you, Linda!
I love this. I have also come to see writing as a necessary spiritual practice (as I write about in my next post), but I've not considered it as an act of worship. This adds another beautiful layer for me. Thanks.
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
Writing is worship—when it’s honest, when it burns, when it names things the church was too afraid to name. You’re not just putting words on a page; you’re building altars out of vulnerability and lighting candles with your truth.
The line about “certainty over mystery” is a dagger. That’s exactly what institutional religion traded when it chose control over communion. But every time you write what’s real, you reclaim a little of that sacred ground.
Keep writing. Keep worshiping. The Spirit shows up in margins too.
—Virgin Monk Boy
(Order of the Flaming Typo)
Thank you!
Glad to find you over here! Looking forward to reading.
It’s good to see you here as well!
“It feels like co-creation, like being gently led by the hand.” Very beautifully put, Dawn. This piece felt so ethereal.
Thank you!