Why do I blog? or more importantly why do I write? I am like a multifaceted, multi-nuanced threadbare rug, with many textures, colours, and shades. I’m a complex, overthinking pragmatic dreamer with my head in the clouds and my feet firmly embedded within the earth. I am like a tethered balloon – half adrift- half anchored. Writing enables me to explore aspects of myself, of my thoughts, aspirations, dreams and imaginings. Writing provides a safe space for me to exercise my inner voice, my intuitive thoughts and musings. I usually do not sit down with a specific writing plan – rather the words, thoughts and musings simply manifest themselves, and as they do they reveal something new, or something that needs to be unearthed. I allow the flow, and allow myself to get swept up into it.
I write to express myself, my thoughts and beliefs. I write to share, connecting with others in ways that I will never fully understand. Like you, the person sitting reading this. Where are you? I imagine it is a long way from where I am sitting. A long way from Sydney, and possibly a long way from the various cultural norms and social facts that fill my life. I love that you could be sitting within the Arctic Circle, The Middle East, Africa, Europe, Scandinavia, South America, India for example. I imagine what it would be like if I could simply step out from your computer screen. I imagine the smells, the weather, language and cultural norms would be different – yet at each of our cores we are writers, creators who are trying to make sense of the nonsensical, connect with those we cannot see, or affect those we cannot hear. We are the same but different. Would you like me? Would I like you?
Writing is a tool that can either connect or divide, love or hate, sow seeds of compassion or fear. Writing can be powerful. No, writing is POWERFUL! I love that is can act like a conduit – connecting minds that will never meet, touching people’s hearts and minds across the globe.
I love to blog – to write to connect human to human, soul to soul, intelligence to intelligence. I write to educate, to share with others versions of my world, or my truth. Hopefully the audience learns something new, is forced to challenge their stereotypes, or commonly held beliefs. I write to hear myself think. I write to process, to contextualise, to posit, hypothesise, or simply reimagine. I write because …
I write to release emotion. I write to convey feelings, purging myself of pent up stresses and worries. Writing is pure therapy in action, and most importantly it is free and immediate. It has very limited side effects (unless obviously I expose too much of myself and my deepest thoughts and inadvertently share them to far and wide) I write to share, entertain, make people laugh, make people feel, and make people think. When I write I am adding noise, thoughts, emotions and energy into the ether, and as I do it is like the esoterical realm changes, stretches and expands. As if our poems, prose and musings morph into mystical, magical arrows that fly off into the giant abyss. We do not know where they land, but we do know that they will create a ripple effect. That somewhere out there in the great unknown ( the internet) someone is reading something you, or I have written and it has resonated, causing an emotional response, or hopefully challenged their belief systems. Hopefully, made the world a kinder and more compassionate place.
Writing is a vehicle – a tool. One that enables me to take a journey into my own mind, thoughts, feelings and core. It enables me to fall into my self, as if attached to a harness where I can safely traverse the caverns, valleys and peaks of my human experience. Writing is like a Time Machine, a portal to the past and the future, or even imagined versions of the past and the future. Writing is really like Dr Whos Tardis – it’s a magical space where anything and everything is possible. Writing allows me to be fanciful, serious, mature, immature, brilliant, dull, sharp, obtuse, esoterical, cerebral and visceral. Writing allows me to simply express aspects of myself. Writing helps me to make sense of the world around me.
Selectively Juggling 
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