A Beginning Begins Again

I don’t know if this will be something that I write only once or something that will truly be a beginning of countless other stories. What I do know is that I am beginning again and going down a new road. We all tell stories whether it was something we saw, heard, imagined, felt, or something else. Stories are the fabric of my life. For me, stories are a fundamental part of who I am. There have been countless times where I have written something just to remind me of an event that happened, a lesson learned, something scary, or how I feel about someone. Stories are how I express myself.

The first time that I can remember writing about my thoughts and feelings was in 1980. I had a Christian Yoga class at my high school and a priest named Father Gatto required us to write in the journal every day. He would check the journals weekly. If he hadn’t checked them I might not have ever bothered with the journal. However, he did and I soon found that it was good way to vent my feelings particularly about his class and life as a teenager. I don’t know what happened to him but I am thankful for his journal exercises because they became the foundation for writing about my observations and stories.

Today is the beginning of writing a blog. It feels like an open highway.

 

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