There was a moment in which I realized that I was a writer. I was listening to one of my favorite storyteller's in an auditorium in my small college town of Shelby, NC. He spoke of everyone having stories and I welled in my heart to meet this truth: I was a storyteller. Pen to page has always been the most intimate contact for me from the time I began to learn letters. I gather stories in woods during my days and played them out in my living room by night. Saturdays were spent writing, always writing, filling page after page of journals I still keep safe on a shelf in my home. I got in a terrible fit when I was six at my mother who was too busy at the moment to tell me how to spell turkey which became a catalyst for the large graffiti I donned my bedroom wall with trying to sound out the letters.
I'm still not a great speller and I haven't read half the books I know that are "must read's" but my heart is a writer. I will always be a writer and as a writer I must write. I have taken my days with words attached and know that without them my life cannot be full, my God cannot be fully reached, my heart will never be fully satisfied.
And so I begin this long belated blog I have started today to share my heart with those who are interested to hear the mountain musings of this Appalachian songbird. I wish to share people's stories and bring to light the truth of the reality I see in the world.
My name is Leigh Worrell-Lupton and I hope that you will follow in the days to come on this journey into the everyday life we all share and the poetry that springs forth from that breath.
Sincerely and ever yours,
L.W.L
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