There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
Every morning I ask myself these questions. What am I writing for? What am I practicing for? The answers vary widely yet patterns emerge. I am writing for peace. I am practicing for enlightenment. I am writing to be open to what arises. I am practicing to go with the flow.
I write because I feel I must. I don’t always feel I must publish, but I always feel as though I must write. When a subject saunters into view that I feel I must explore through writing, I clear my voice and express my ideas. This freedom of expression through writing, like my body’s freedom of expression in yoga, is a genuine and great freedom for which I am eternally grateful.
What are you writing for?
What are you practicing for?
(What some other people are writing for:
Why I open my veins by Lynn Johnson Hassleberger
Who am I writing for by Wade Hodges)
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