Effective Communication—writing and speaking
Monthly Post #2
I’m working on a project for a client who hired me to write short stories for the purpose of introducing chapters in a marriage book from which she uses to lead couples workshops. The first story begins in a church, on the day she and her husband were married. It’s a great story, with fear and trepidation, a full moon and a farting father.
And, a great big Hallelujah!
I accept assignments when I feel I should. When my gut says, “Write on!” This project led me into and through a lot of stuff today that I would have rather detoured. But I couldn’t. My writing heart pulled me into Hallelujah like a rip current grips a swimmer. The next thing I knew I found myself with Leonard Cohen, locked into his Hallelujah.
And over again.
“Oh people, I’ve been here before.”
“It’s a cold and very lonely Hallelujah.”
“And every single breath I’d wade through was Hallelujah.”
“I’ll stand right here before the Lord of song with nothing, nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.”
His secular version is an Oh My God! forever indeed. Amen.
Today, Hallelujah helped me write.
Today, Hallelujah helped me live.
Today, writing happened in a real and rancid Hallelujah.