I wrote a poem a few days ago about feeling bitter.
My mom called to ask if everything was all right. “You sounded down in the dumps.”
“No, mom, it’s just that I occasionally have negative thoughts.”
“Well I guess I do too but I don’t write about them.”
These words from my mom imply an unspoken question: “Why do you write about bad feelings?” More to the point: “Why do you publish poems about your bad feelings?”
Blogs are easy places to rant and when I started by first blog, it was because I wanted to rant. It still happens occasionally. But mostly I want to write and self expression is a deep source. I don’t need to spit out all the details of how it came to be I had those bitter feelings that day.
Writing allows me the opportunity to turn the question back on myself – turn to wonder as Parker Palmer prods us to do. What did the events of that day teach me about myself?