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Why I Write…

November 22, 2019
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“The time is ripe for looking back over the day, the week, the year, and trying to figure out where we have come from and where we are going to, for sifting through the things we have done and the things we have left undone for a clue to who we are and who, for better or worse, we are becoming. But again and again we avoid the long thoughts. We cling to the present out of wariness of the past. And why not, after all? We get confused.

We need such escape as we can find. But there is a deeper need yet, I think, and that is the need—not all the time, surely, but from time to time—to enter that still room within us all where the past lives on as a part of the present, where the dead are alive again, where we are most alive ourselves to turnings and to where our journeys have brought us. The name of the room is Remember—the room where with patience, with charity, with quietness of heart, we remember consciously to remember the lives we have lived.”
– Frederick Buechner

Why I write:
I write to remember what I had forgotten.
I write to let go of what I have remembered.
I write to unleash long thoughts onto a page that is waiting to listen.
I write to remember the promises I’ve made to myself and others.
I write to spend hours and hours by myself and then let my words speak for me.
I write to get my stories out and let the world in.
I write to unleash the power of secrets.
I write to remember life is short and memories are long.
I write to feed my soul, a soul that thrives on words – mine and others.
I write to ground myself and then build a bridge to the stars.
I write to remember all I have overcome and praise who I’ve become.
I write to make others laugh, cry, think, reflect, and share their own stories.
I write to feel alive and to remember to live life deeply.

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