I write because I have to. To NOT write makes me miserable because I am suppressing a gift that requires expression. I do it not so much to be happy (although that is a vital corollary) but to prevent sadness and pain, which is what makes it a corollary. Happiness is just a byproduct of “not sad.” When I write and others find it worthwhile, then I like that too because I feel that I may have added something to someone’s life — if only for a moment. I certainly don’t publish it online just for myself. That would be too much like narcissism for me. I keep a journal for purely private expressions.
Most of my writing lately deals with religious and spiritual themes. I have done short essays and some fiction, not all of which are formally published. You may find some of it here. Not everything I write is published here for two reasons. One, this blog has not been open long enough for everything (or even most things) I have written to be posted and, secondly, not everything (by far) that I have written is worthy of publication for general viewing. This is not to say that I don’t like it for myself (although this is often true) just that a lot of my scribblings is just that — scribblings.
For those who do stop in and view my articles, I hope that they find it worthwhile reading and I would appreciate comments and feedback if for no other reason than for instruction.