Nature and writing are my true therapies. They make me want to live.

As those of you who have been reading my blog for awhile now have come to see, I sometimes use quotes from other sources to initiate my entries. This latest quote comes from a book series called Post Secret. There are several books in this series and this one:
Confessions on Life, Death and God came across the library where I work about a week ago. Being on this path I’m on now I’ve learned to take nothing for granted and I now see EVERYTHING as a sign from my God.

I’m sure some of you are shaking your heads now and thinking:
Not EVERYTHING is a sign.

That’s fine. I don’t expect everyone to agree with everything I believe. I know I’m always on the lookout for inspiration and when I find it whether it’s from a book that is placed in my hands or from a friend’s conversation I use everything I see and I’m grateful for every tool that comes my way.

The quote above reflects my personality to a tee. Thanks to this blog I’ve rediscovered my love of writing. There was a time in my life when I’d go to my room in the early evening say around 6 PM and would starting writing. I wouldn’t come up for breath until 10 or 11 that same night. Four or five hours would go by and I’d have written 5 to 7 pages. I’d get into a flow and I wouldn’t realize how much time REALLY went by. Some times I’d look at my computer screen and see ten pages were written and not even realize I’d written a thing.

When I moved out of my family’s house I simply stopped writing. It took me a some time to understand why. A few years ago I came to the realization that I no longer needed to write. See? I used writing as a catharsis. Writing was my way of loosing my emotions. It was the only acceptable way for me to react to the way I grew up. When I moved out, I was no longer in that situation so I no longer needed the catharsis.

But I soon realized once a writer always a writer and I started to miss the routine. I slowly went back to a few unpublished novels I had sitting around. I couldn’t get excited about writing anymore however. I didn’t quite understand why.

Again it took me some time to figure it out. Meanwhile I still struggled, still attempting to fight my way through the writer’s block I was creating in myself. I wasn’t happy. That was the crux of the whole issue. I wasn’t happy. But I still wasn’t aware of why I wasn’t happy. It took me a few more years before I finally realized what was causing my unhappiness. Do you want to know what was causing my restlessness? I bet if you think long and hard enough you can probably see it and when I tell you, you’re going to say:
Wow! That’s so clear to me. Why didn’t you see it before? I wasn’t ready to see it before. Again it’s all about timing. Things come to you when you’re ready to receive them. I wasn’t ready to receive until I was ready to receive.

Okay the reason I struggled finding my flow again is because I no longer enjoyed what I was writing. I found my bliss again with my writing because I now have something to say. Something I want to share. What I’m writing about now with this blog is the MOST important writing I’ve EVER done. I LOVE writing again, because I love writing again. It is once more my true therapy.

Nature is also a true therapy. All you have to do is see my photography to see that.

Be Happy! Be Well! Be Positive!
—
Chris