How do I chose what to post on this weblog? Some days something presses urgently against my consciousness and I must write. At other times, it’s something I’ve read or re-read and feel compelled to pass on. Having promised to write every day (except when travelling, sick, on retreat, or too lazy), there are days when I simply open the laptop and write: no struggle, nothing forced; straight from my heart/mind to the keyboard.
A few years ago, while acting as my research advisor, Carl Leggo told me that “you’re writing the stories that have been writing you all your life.” In a recent poem titled “Alphabet blocks,” he says:
Because words seek places beyond the alphabet,
I write in anticipation I will find the words
I need, or the words will find me.
One thing that is consistent–whether I’m writing in a café, aboard a ferry, or (as now) inundated by sugar-hungry wasps in the garden–one thing sets in when I’m done with a posting: I feel simultaneously filled and emptied. More often than not I’ll have found something I’d have missed had I not made the effort at articulation. I’m grateful to you for affording me this soap box on which to sort through life’s mysteries.
Henri Nouwen, to whom writing was often a source of anxiety, observes that “… every time I overcome these fears and trust not only my own unique way of being in the world, but also my ability to give words to it, I experience a deep spiritual satisfaction. … What I am gradually discovering is that in the writing I come in touch with the Spirit of God within me and experience how I am led to new places.”
source: www.henrinouwen.org/books/overview/ Retrieved August 30, 2008.