WHY DO I WRITE—WHY DO I WRITE AT ALL?

I write in order to understand the world, the universe, and my place within it. I write because a lot of things don’t make sense to me until I write about them. I write because I need to, in order to explain things to myself. I write to make the invisible visible. I write, also, because it feels good to do it—because the more I do it, the easier it becomes and the more I know.

Sometimes—there are definitely times—when I don’t feel like writing. I think that’s perfectly okay. I’m trying not to put any pressure on myself to keep at it. Usually it just comes especially when there is something I’m trying to understand. But I think it’s equally important to give writing a rest.

The thought came to me last night, that maybe a period of silence would allow me to get to the next step, whatever that is. It makes me think of the years I spent with Maharishi living in Switzerland where there was more silence than activity. In a way those years of experiencing the deepest parts of me, kept me going for years afterwards. The deep rest they afforded my body were priceless and allowed me to walk through the next twenty years with a much deeper understanding of myself.

Maybe it’s time to do that again.