Somedays I write and know just what I want to say; other days I want to write but have no idea what to say. There is an urge to remove from my head, from my chest, from me, to release words, even when I am not sure what those words are.
When I was little, I would feel this urge, and in my mind I would picture myself climbing atop a classroom desk and screaming. Just to release the tightness in my head, my chest, from me; even though there were no words.
I can numb the tightness with mindless activities, but it will come back and it will be worse. So I will try again, to release the tightness from my head, my chest, from me.
I don’t think I was wrong as a child to feel that I needed to scream. I didn’t scream but I really, really wanted to. Now I think it’s just words. So I write them, even when I don’t know what to write.
Just to release the tightness from my head, my chest, from me.
Originally intended to simply focus on book reviews, over time, KaliDesautelsReads has morphed into its own entity.
I write about issues that are near to my heart, be they political, feminist, motherhood, mental health, or, as the title holds, books.
A thirty-something Canadian woman in my mid-thirties, I have been "super married" to my high school sweetheart since 2006, and together we have two crazy, clever, kind, hilarious, wonderful kids.
My first book - How Not To Blog: Finding Myself, One Post at a Time is available on Amazon (in eBook formats for you clever tech readers, and paperback for those of us who love that new book smell!)
I have tried a podcast - it's still on Apple and Google Podcasts - but writing is where my heart is.
My life changed dramatically when my husband was diagnosed with Stage 3 cancer in 2018, and I am now a writer for a leading Canadian Cancer Non-Profit.
I am lucky enough to have a family that loves me and pushes me to be my best, even if it is outside of my cushiony comfort zone. I have a village of friends that nourish me, mentally, and spiritually.
Welcome to my thoughts. Sit down. Stay a while. Enjoy a cup of coffee!
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