“The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.”

Short sentence, big truth. Writing about your life is a reflective practice, a spiritual experience. Often I start out believing I know what I want to say and where I’m going. And often I find myself–really find myself–headed elsewhere. Some unexpected memory, or a new thought out of the blue, or a need to stop and explore what I’m feeling when I wrote those unexpected words…all these take me to a deeper place in myself than I knew I’d be going. Then the writing begins to come from somewhere down below. It’s me, and it’s more than the me I started with. I’m connected to something, all I know is that it’s deep and that it’s true, I get the sense that it’s maybe universal, and I feel it’s my soul revealing itself, again, to me.


Headline quote from John Clare, 19th century English poet