In the beginning, there was the beginning.
Today, I was asked why I write. My answer: because it is the only thing that makes all the beginnings and endings, all the dead ends, the mistakes, the immense joys, and the dismal sorrows feel like they all happened as part of a greater purpose.
Reaching into all of that experience, all that history, and weaving a new tale of faith, hope, and optimism — that is why. From my dirt, I am nurturing something fresh, crispy, delicate, and vigorous.
January 23, 2017