I had no idea, until a friend brought it to my attention, that I started this blog six months ago, today. Wow, I am pleased. This has been a wonderful, creative outlet for me, and I am grateful.
Sometimes I wonder why I write this blog every day. I don’t fully understand it, but something compels me. I have a feeling I do it for reasons that I cannot yet fathom. It is almost as if the process has a hold of me rather than vice versa. It is doing something in me—writing/creating me. Odd as it may sound, this is how it feels. It only asks that I’m faithful to it. It only asks that I put pen to paper whether or not anyone reads it, whether or not it’s any good, whether or not I want to do it on any given day. So I do put pen to paper, fingers to keys, characters to computer screen, and hit publish.
It may sound like I am a disciplined person, but I’m not. I am really rather stubborn and lazy when it comes to something I don’t want to do. Ask anyone who knows me well. But in this case I feel compelled. I’m sure you know what I mean. I’m certain you have felt compelled. Have you ever felt compelled for reasons you did not understand? Did you go with it or resist it? What was/is the experience like for you? I am genuinely curious.
For whatever reason, I am doing this thing and I am fascinated to see what unfolds.
Today, I offer my gratitude to that which compels me and to you, my readers. Thanks for coming along on this ride with me.
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I so appreciate and envy your feeling compelled. I am doing very little and being a lot until I feel compelled to do. It’s uncomfortable for me because I have defined myself as what I do, achieve, and amass, and all that requires lots of doing. I do not want to do/try from need but rather to be deeply compelled for whatever reason. I’m waiting and sometimes I feel like I’m at a train station that is no longer along the path of an active route, like a fool waiting to hop a train that is not coming. As long I enjoy the wait, it will be okay…
This picture is astonishing…can’t imagine how you capture what you do (’cause goodness knows I try with my little camera)….Your gift of writing? God’s fingerprints are all over you.
I am also fascinated to see the words and images that flow forth from you!