All the Universe Conspires…

Lavender Fields“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?


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (, I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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One Response to All the Universe Conspires…

  1. Pingback: Just Write – Part II | Spilt Milk

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