“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Today I begin again my blog. It has been a sort of up and down, on and off again affair, I have with this medium. It is one I am not entirely confident with as I am with my journal. There my thoughts are only judged by the writer and those who might have the misfortune to read them when I’m gone. Here I take the chance that anyone in the world might read it and be a critic. I take that chance however in the hope someone might gain some small thing from what I share if only the understanding that they are not alone.
I begin again because there seems to have been some conspiracy in the universe to get me writing again. Let me try to trace the steps of the conspiracy but I begin by explaining I am a journalist by trade, although news writing was my forte when I plied that trade. A writer of fiction I will likely never be because rather than weave tales I tell stories of the real things of life. I have a bit of a weakness for research and sometimes get lost in it. A deep intrigue with people and things of the heart stir my soul.
Back to the conspiracy. Writing has long been my passion though I have never entirely understood why. I’m not a big reader but somehow I love the sound of words and the way they wind themselves around minds and hearts, change destinies and soothe souls.
Of late my own life has taken a bit of an unexpected turn and I find myself with more time to do the things I enjoy. My dreams and deep passions have been undergoing a bit of resurrection and the wish to write has again reared its head without me even noticing.
It happened in small ways. First was a more devoted writing in my journal. A habit I have had since childhood but which has a tendency to falter when I am deeply depressed. Suddenly I found myself making certain I had time to write in it every day and I was using it more and more to map my days and track my journey than I had in a long time.
Then there was a young woman who invited me to an online book club. She is a budding writer and enthusiastic about her craft. I joined her and began to read some inspiring books again. Books like The Alchemist, which offer a story, but also inspire.
Then there was the trip to Stratford last week to see Macbeth. Mistake not Macbeth for a muse, but rather the muse is the words of his creator. They ring the old chimes of poetry in my being and stir the music of words.
A trip to the theatre bookstore also found me making purchases which push me forward in my passion. One about the work of C.S. Lewis, who’s work I love, and another which is a sort of journal. It is a book with 500 writing prompts.
The prompt today was “Explain why you want to write.” (More about that on Monday.)
Yesterday offered the final push. I had a meeting with an old friend who happens to be an English teacher. Perhaps my English teachers have been my greatest champions over the years. Blessings to Marni McGuire and Eldon Cooper for encouraging me and lighting the fire of words in my chest. Blessings to my friend as he inspires another generation to love words.
This English teacher friend gave a final shot to my wavering confidence and told me it had been on his heart to encourage me to start writing again. He could not have known the course of events which had led to this moment but with one short sentence, he catapulted me back to the pages of my blog and once again I will bring you the spilt milk of my life on most (if not all) weekdays. Who knows where the words will take us from here?