Meaning and purpose and value.  Silence has prevailed on my blog because it felt like I had lost sight of the reason that I write.  The words that appeared in the columns of my posts began to lose power and meaning for me. They were beginning to feel empty and silly.  Who really cares and more to the point, who am I to say anything? I would ask myself these questions when I sat down to write and I could not give an answer that felt true to my heart.  So I silenced my fingers. I turned my attention elsewhere. I focused on the world that I could see and taste and hear. I let the thoughts drift off and did not sit down to write.  

But in those months I have been away, focusing on what is solid and real I felt something was missing.  I felt a lack and an imbalance. I was dealing with the solid life and attending to the mundane while ignoring what makes my life sparkle and shine to me.  I don’t sit down to write for an audience. I don’t sit down to teach or impress. I miss the words that appear from my fingertips because they are important to me.  I like the feel and the flavor of the words in my mind and my mouth and they are meaningful and purposeful for me. That is why I started to write and that is why I will continue.

Writing is a joy to me.  It is magical to watch what is invisible – the thoughts collecting inside the walls of my brain – becoming reality on the screen as the letters join hands to line up into words making sentences, phrases, paragraphs and a story which prove that those impulses and waves in my head are all real.  

So my blog will continue and I will write about whatever I find of interest and importance.  If it is pleasing to another than I rejoice in sharing and welcome the thoughts that my words have provoked in another.  If they mean nothing to another than that’s okay too. The joy of creating a picture with words is a pleasure I will indulge in.  I will let my fingertips dance and the letters join hands and carry on.