Wail or, Why I Write

Wail or, Why I Write

You’ve seen it on the news. Some tragedy befalls a community in the middle east and the news cameras catch the reactions of the mothers, wives or sisters of the fallen. In their grief they throw their heads back and wail. No shame. Just pure anguish. 

I wish sometimes, in my pain, I could do the same. But I descend from Calvinist Northern European stock. We don’t show our emotions. We keep them bottled up and wait until we can be alone and weep. We remain stoic. Force ourselves to be calm. Not letting others feel uncomfortable. 

The pain must leak out somewhere.

Some run marathons or scale peaks. Others seek therapy or perhaps a 12-step program. Others search out relief in meditation or spiritual pursuits. 

Instead of wailing, I write. 

Write about disappointment. The pain of loneliness. The hopelessness of one more day. 

I write about the pain those around me suffer. About injustice. About what makes me angry. 

I also write about joy in simple things. Ecstatic happiness. A desire fulfilled. 

I’ve processed life in written word for over 30 years. I’m sure I will continue to do so until I’m no longer able. 


As I move forward with this blog, I’ve been asking myself what part of my life I want to share. I recently read, “Writing to Change the World,” by Mary Pipher. In this work, Pipher, a psychologist, writes about why and how we write. Whether poetry or prose, fiction or non-fiction, she believes we write to make sense of our experience. If we write honestly, we allow others to see into our lives. More than that, Pipher believes our stories connect us. Our human experience has more similarity than differences. 

And that’s it right there. 

That’s why I want to write. 

I want to be honest and vulnerable with my experiences to show how humans are more alike than different. I want to make sense of my life, sure – but I also want the stories to connect with the reader. In this I don’t mean playing the comparison game (more on that in a different post) rather through my words I pray they can see their connection to others – in love, in grief, in suffering, in joy. As well I hope they can also begin to focus in on their life path and what they believe they were created to be and to do.  We are unique but joined – all part of the mystery in creation.  

Promises, Promises…

I made a promise to myself that I would re-boot my blog come September.

It’s August 31.

What’s a blog, anyway? Yeah, I know – “web log” – not what I mean. I mean, I see the purpose if I were advertising something: product or service. Or if I were an expert in something (hint: I’m not) and I was offering information. There is no big purpose – except I feel I’m supposed to. Yep. I “got a message from God!” Well. Not really. Rather an annoying habit of entering quotes, thoughts and experiences in the notes app on my iPhone. So many notes. I had to purchase more memory in the cloud.

I have nothing to share but my own experience. Do I hope I could give someone who reads my words some insight into their inner meaning? Sure. But I’ll be happy if I get a giggle.

The Sacred Mess: Update

Blog Update

To everyone who reads/has read my blog:

It’s been a year since I’ve written consistently. I admit some laziness, some busyness and a whole lot of re-thinking. Re-thinking what and how I want to write.

I believe in the written word. The post-modern world is influenced more and more by social media and 140 character snippets.

But that’s not me.

I’m a big believer in the long form article. The unpacking of ideas. The details of research.

I also believe in the power of words. If not to challenge readers, certainly to challenge the writer.

Over the last months, I have not submitted any posts, but I have been gathering ideas. I’ve been reading. I’ve taken some online writing classes – and while this blog is still going to be the place I find my voice and learn – it’s also going to be more focussed on the spiritual path – of myself and the wider world. I hope to remain transparent and honest, while asking difficult questions.

Being completely honest: I don’t know exactly where this is going to go – I know the path I want to take, but have no idea of the terrain that will greet me.

I hope you’ll join me in my adventure. More than that, I hope you ENGAGE! If you disagree – tell me. If something touched you, leave a comment. Feedback is desired and necessary for growth – so please WRITE.

Thanks for being patient with me.

Look for new posts after the Labour Day long weekend!