I have considered off and on since childhood various professions. And, the one that keeps coming back but always to the side…like not really seriously…is writing. Usually, it is a nudge or a wonderment. Could I? What would I write?
I have tried my hand at poetry and even got published in an anthology once. And, I once wrote an anonymous column for a church newsletter, poking gentle fun at people’s actions or words. I even tried an earlier version of this blog. But what I have done most is write journals.
Lately, I have been writing a morning FB post and, when I took a three week trip this past summer, I wrote posts about what I was seeing and doing. And, several of my readers have been telling me how much they enjoy my posts…and how sometimes it helps.
In thinking about this…I realized that I have found my purpose in life. It is writing…and sharing my thoughts and life. And, if it is the vehicle for helping someone along in their own journey and life, that is beautiful.
Now, as I started writing this blog, it sat as a draft for several days as I could not decide what image would accompany it. As I want all pictures used in this blog to be ones I have taken, I decided to go through my camera images. And, when I found this one, I knew it was the one. Out of the darkness, there is light. Not a lot…just a beginning. Just a reminder that there is more contemplating to do…but purpose found.
Feathers of My Mind 