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Why we write

Why I began writing in the first place ?

It was to record and express myself in words on a page. The whole feeling of writing is not only rewarding by healing. In my personal coaching sessions to client I always encourage them to write. Get your feelings out onto paper is like taking them out of your own being and looking at them from a distance. You can decide once you’ve done what do to about your writing. Burn it, or keep it.  https://carinmaehr.wixsite.com/carin-maehr-coaching

Not only does writing benefit you but if your writing happens to be inspirational it can and will benefit others if you decide to put it out there. During the darkest hours in my life I read stories of those brave enough to share the challenges life threw at them and how they overcame. I drank those stories like someone dying of thirst. People like Corrie Ten Boom and her journey through the concentration camps and her sister Betsy dying in her arms. How God gave her sister a vision before she died that Corrie would travel the world telling people of God’s love and forgiveness. Corry was in her sixties before she embarked on these brave journeys, sleeping in corridors, accepting donations.

I guess I wanted to write because these people inspired me to overcome and I wanted to show others through my writing that one can overcome. Like everything in life it is a journey that starts with the first step.

The truth is you often don’t know how to or when to or what to when you begin your journey. And that is OK. Just start with what you have and build up on that day in and day out. Slowly watch it grow, just keep on at it until it takes root. Like all growing things it begins with a seed – and with love and care grows into a tree.

So where do you start if you want to write. Just begin with what happened that day, sit and remember the details, a dog barking, a bird chirping. Stones getting stuck under your shoes on a walk out into the country and allow that little incident to grow into a story.

My dog Snowy out on a walk with me. His now about fifteen in doggie years. The sweetest kindest gentlest dog.

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