Just write

It’s Saturday and time for my weekly blog post. That’s my plan now, to create a posting every Saturday regardless of any other posts during the week.

I have been encouraging a high school classmate to start a blog. She is a wonderful writer and story teller, but she feels she has nothing to write about. That’s the nice thing about blogs. You just write.

This past week I sent her the following:

“You have a ton of material in the emails you have sent me. Just write about what you are doing and thinking. Write about the sunrise to the East on a beautiful morning, the sunset to the west, the memories from the fresh cut grass. Write about growing up in Stayton in the shadow of the woolen mill. Write about finding a Paris Woolen mill lap blanket in a bottom draw that you just opened, and the memories it brings to life. Write about you spiritual journey. Write to leave a legacy for your grandchildren, great grandchildren and their great grandchildren. Leave them more than the dash between the dates on your tombstone and on the family genealogical records.

“Writing that last sentence made me remember the thrill of searching a microfilm of veteran pension applications at the Oregon Historical Society and finding the grandma McCoy's application, in her own handwriting.

“Write whatever comes into your mind. Let the spirit, let your God move the pen across the page (or your fingers across the keyboard of your computer) Write and share your life with the world.”