I never realized the gift of writing until I realized the gift of articulation. I began reading and writing, like many others at a young age, but through out elementary and post secondary, my “English skills” weren’t the best or so I was told. (English was my second language)
Though I would put more effort into that class compared to others, I could only seem to write as I speak. I wasn’t good with essays in the slightest. I like to believe that this is not only the fact that English was my second language, while learning French as my third, but the way I communicated was not in the same way as the system was trying to teach me.
In my graduating year of high school ( I graduated from a Quebec school- for a future post)- my English teacher happened to be Dyslexic. Yes, Dyslexic. I remember thinking that was amazing because she focused on the art of communication and not only on perfect grammar or proper introductions, body paragraphs and conclusions. She focused on communication. At the beginning of every class, she would have us write down whatever we wanted on a piece of paper. Good or bad, absolutely whatever it is you felt you needed to say to whomever, with no limitations. Then after a few minutes of consistent writing, we would crumple up the paper and throw it into the garbage bin in the front of the classroom. No one ever read it. I continued this routine for a while recognizing the skills I was able to build to express myself.
This is where I finally distinguished that the power of communication. Not just what it being said. But how it is being said and perceived.
I started reading much more after high school; novels a week, sometimes more when I couldn’t put it down. It taught me the many stories being written and the many visions.
While these years went by, I had many hard ships (blogs to come for particular ones). I was taught significant patience, perseverance, wisdom, hardships and many life lessons that some might say I was far too young an age to incur. But I am thankful for every single one of the hard ships because the only way for me to grow stronger and learn what God was teaching me was the experience and the research that followed. I bought self help books, meditation books, love books, worry books and even faith books etc.. Whatever I could do to help me understand the feelings I was having during those times and how to overcome and understand them.
That is where my gift of articulation came along. I studied and analyzed it so much that it became a part of me. I was among the most confident and strongest of the people around me, and I couldn’t have done it without the new found knowledge. I wasn’t aware of how much I would preach it to my friends, family and colleagues until I realized the significant influence I was having. I wanted and want every one around me to feel just as confident and happy. To be the best they can be. Natural, healthy, confident and loved. It became clear, I had the gift of making someone fully understand a situation with vast detail and depth. To think and feel it on a deeper level.
Choice of wordings can help the mind perceive and encode the information differently. I want to share this insight with the rest of you. My goal is to have that effect on wider listeners that may just need that outlook and so this blog began…
