Why Do I Write?

Three years ago I started writing during the pandemic.  I had a lot to reflect on. I thought I was ready for a blog about eighteen months into the process. Some blogs came easily.  Other days, my writing struggled.  with God’s help, I needed to do more work on myself. So, I’ve been sporadic about posting. 

So, why did I write? Why do I write?

I wrote to heal, pouring out pain.
I wrote to purge and cleanse my wounds.

I write now to see the shape of my life and my dreams, as the pain rinses away.

What is or will be the shape of my life in its final third?
(I am bravely using a scale of 100 years.)

I don’t know yet, and so I read: Books about purpose, theology, social justice, and how to serve. I collect quotes and ponder their meaning for my life and for our world.

I observe events close to home, and throughout the world. I try to make sense of what settles in my mind.

The words from books,
my observations,
merge into a new pattern.

And I write to capture it:
To test the truth of it within my soul,
To shape my future life.