This blog took shape during the horrible week of the Boston Marathon bombing, the West, TX explosion, and the US Senate's failure to expand background checks on gun sales. Despite, and perhaps because of my sadness over these events, the subtitle of my blog is It will be all write. I believe it will be all right, but I can't live in the sadness for long. What could I do to make a difference? Send money to my political group of choice. Maintain a viewpoint of tolerance, understanding, and open-mindedness. Reach out to friends who have ties with Boston and the small community around West (world-famous for kolaches). Turn off the television... and write.
I Don't Know What I Think Until I Write It Down
I attended a women’s retreat on the banks of beautiful Flathead Lake yesterday. About sixty of us discussed spirituality in all its loose forms and how we might demonstrate our personal beliefs in daily life. I was struck by the importance of writing in the process. We wrote letters to ourselves to be opened at next year’s retreat, and time to journal was built into the schedule. As soon as I could print, I recorded my thoughts and feelings on paper. I’ll reread all my old journals one day, and for that implausible reason I can’t bring myself to burn or toss them. All those intimate self-revelations are part of me. Truthfully, sometimes I don’t know what I think until I write it down. One Saturday among women from all backgrounds reinforced my belief that my writing today started with journaling. My work represents far more than stories. It represents what I have to give back. ~ Ann (First appeared on montanawomenwriters.com )
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