In 2006 I closed the file on a book I had been writing about my trips to Scotland. Not a travel log, but reflections on my solitary travel. I don’t know why I stopped writing, just as I wonder why I have started again. Maybe it has something to do with the idea that we reinvent ourselves every seven years. Best I can come up with is the never ending search for meaning in our lives that I want to share.
Opening up a new file, a new book idea, has permeated my every cell, burst open my mind/body/spirit with purpose. This current writing project is driven by the same desires I have for this blog: to inspire, affirm and encourage others to follow their bliss, to search for their own meaning, to listen to their longings, to discover the fruits of silence, solitude and simplicity in their lives, to find their own cottage by the sea.
I’m reading memoirs and autobiographies and would appreciate suggestions from you (or any other suggestions). Post them as a comment or email me. Thanks. firstname.lastname@example.org