“I write to express, to share, to release ideas that demand air time, to feel like I’m doing something worthwhile, offering any wisdom that comes my way, through intention or intuition. I write because I must.”
I’m not a formally trained writer, simply an accidental one. Years ago, when I became very ill, and unable to do anything but keep the emergency lights on in my body, a wise woman suggested I keep a journal. When one is ill, the mind, at least my mind, can go berserk. It goes into over-drive trying to analyse why we get sick and how to get better. It can become a full time job, with little rest. I found that journalling allowed my ever multiplying thoughts to be put down onto paper, releasing the need to continually juggle a thousand ideas. But that’s not all.
When an idea was on a merry-go-round in my head, I couldn’t seem to get any clarity or solution. It just went round and round. But, when I put it down on paper, the act of writing and/or re-reading my notes, often gave me an insight to what the problem might be and so often, a solution. Ever since then, I’ve kept a journal and write in it daily.
If you embrace the challenge of emotional growth, a journal can also be a gift, because we often don’t see how much progress we’ve made. It’s not until we re-read some of the issues that were plaguing us, issues that we now see as trivial, that we see how much we’ve grown.
I know blogs are over-used and now under-rated, but I felt that writing and sharing was an extension of journal writing. I felt that I wanted to share some of those hard-won insights with others, to help them get to the nuggets of wisdom quicker and with a little less angst and pain. It’s was and is the primary purpose for this blog.
I hope you enjoy my musings and gain some benefit from reading about my experiences.