I once attended a conference in Ghana where I heard the saying “You don’t know where you are going. You don’t know how to get there. And somehow you arrive just the same.” This sounded like the pattern of my life in general. I adopted the saying as the theme for my blog Cronechronicler.
I began with a lifetime of stories ripe to be told, a love of words and having done a good bit of writing – though nothing like a blog. I write because words come from a wellspring inside me that has revealed itself – like a muse. A mysterious process gets things going. Primed by a Word Press prompt – or a memory, feelings of all kinds, the daily news, human interactions, changing seasons – words begin flowing. Often they need tweaking and I go off in a different direction. Writing poetry, a newly discovered and precious gift, is most likely to end up in a place I hadn’t considered when I began. That’s fun. Writing gives me joy and purpose. My days are incomplete without it. I intend to write only when I have something to say. I write as an end in itself.
I write to leave stories to my children and grandchildren to read someday when they are curious about who I am and to say that I love them. Also I write because of this community of bloggers who are like a global family to me. My life is infinitely richer coming to know them through posts and responses. It’s been over a year since I took Writing 101. I’m ready for new inspiration and making new blog friends.
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Well done! I like the part where you say you are leaving something behind for your family. I never really thought of that.
Thanks for your comment Cathy. I recently discovered that part of an ordinary will is the legal term Digital Property. Now I’m sure my blog will remain after I’m gone.
Writing from the heart is the best trait any blogger can have. Well said.
Thanks for your comment. 🙂
Life has a way of working out the way it’s meant too, without a map 🙂 And it led you here, who knows where it will take you next?
Thanks for your good thoughts. ❤
I write to leave stories to my children and grandchildren to read someday when they are curious about who I am and to say that I love them. <<<< your post is one of the few posts that I have read that dedicated their blogs for their loved ones…keep blogging and good luck 🙂
Thanks for your comment. My oldest son is the one who suggested I blog and my second son’s 11 year old son taught me how to get set up on WordPress. It’s a family affair.
Wow you have really a supportive grandchildren you are blessed 😍
Thanks. I do feel blessed. 🙂
It’s like writing poems, too. I thought I had a way that worked for me to write a poem and then I went and did what amounts to the opposite and that worked just as well. I guess I just keep on keeping on–and get somewhere!
The secret life of poetry that knows its own way is amazing.
Yes!
I’ve just started to think about my writing being left behind. I had never really thought of that before.
Thank you! Your passion and energy behind your words are contagious! That is a truly valuable gift!
Many thanks for your comment.
I love reading your blog and sharing some distant friendship.
Thanks, Alison. I feel the same about your writing. I have long loved England and love following you on your walks. England is the first country I visited outside the US, back in 1972.