My posts are rather all over the shop. I don’t feel as though I have a topic or place I ‘belong’. I write about My Life — My World — My Feelings — My Experiences. I’ve dabbled in fiction and poetry. Apparently, nothing is sacred.
Some writers find a niche and you can count on them to bring it home every time. What you needed to hear about A, B, or C. Some of us just meander. I would be in the latter category.
A Meanderer. A Ponderer Of All The Things.
For me, it’s not so much about what I write anymore. It’s simply THAT I write. Writing has become a practice. As much as my yoga and my meditation. It is a sacred part of My Life.
I do it for Me.
I’m pleased if it helps any of you with your Life or if there is a pearl somewhere in my Ponderings which The Universe leads you to find amid the leaves. But I do this because Writing What I Write touches places inside of me which had remained locked and hidden for most of My Life.
Perhaps that is the way for most of us. I would love to know about the reasons you write. Please feel free to comment in the responses. Or write a post and mention my name.
I am only just beginning to understand why I am here. On this Earth and more specifically On Medium. Why are you here?