This week I started a journal writing course facilitated by the author Tara Heavey (Flame and other novels). It’s in a convenient location only a few minutes from my home. Ten of us sitting around an oval table, as the evening darkness dims the day’s light. A nice mix of people who came together to learn a little more about themselves, about writing, about humanity. A few students, a few social workers, a farmer, a physician, an artist, an author, and myself. I already knew several of the people in the group.

Life moves quickly. So many of our actions are reactions to whatever is thrown at us every hour of every day. Seldom do we have the time to contemplate whether we are being the person we hope to be, need to be. Though keeping a journal can help us to get some perspective on how we feel about our own life. (more…)