My writing and my blogging and my photography have become true and powerful spiritual disciplines. Writing centers me, helps me to focus and concentrate, shows me the deeper stirrings of my heart and soul.

It clarifies my disorderly mind, processes happiness and unhappiness, fear and anger.

It gives creative expression to what I am living and feeling, and on some occasions, it can even be valuable to those who read what I write.

Today, I was sitting into a dark place, and when I sat down to write, I redeemed the day.

By writing, I can review and reveal what I have lived, what I have won, what I have lost.

Writing is a place I can retreat to that is all my own because it is all in my heart and head. Photography does the same thing for me, when I look through the lens, I fall into my inner world. And the blog is my grounding place, my truth, my hope.

Our spiritual disciplines are individualistic, unique, personal. I suspect no two are alike.

Tonight, I wrote about my giving books to Laura at the gym.

This is it, I wrote, this is why I am here. This brought me back to myself. I know what I’ve lost. I forget what I’ve gained.

Writing is a lifesaver for me, and perhaps sometimes for others as well.