I started writing this blog with the idea of chronicling my journey after my husband’s death. Sometimes I am moved to write of my life and its events frequently, and sometimes weeks go by with no new writing.
Partly, I think, that is because I am going with the flow of my life and am at a quiet place within, and partly that I get so busy that it slips my mind. And, yet writing helps me focus on those feelings, events and goals in my life that are important to me.
I also experience this with writing letters to others. I am not generally a chatty writer, reporting on the doings of others, so I write of my own doings.
And as a communication device, writing is slower. My thoughts reach another who responds in like kind after a period of time – sometimes months. Then I respond…sometimes months or, at least, weeks later. Very slow method of having a conversation, and sometimes I lose the thread.
Yet, I love writing. I like expressing myself in this manner. I enjoy the whole process and wish I made more time for it.
Feathers of My Mind 