Why this blog?

Writing is my way of trying to touch that which is impossible to touch, to hold that which is impossible to hold. It is frustrating, ineffable, fragmentary. In the end, it is only a momentary trace, a shadow, a flicker, whose meaning is endlessly translated and transmitted until it is no longer recognizable. Yet, it still somehow seems worth it to me to put life into words, to put my life into words; though, when I return, I find a terrible emptiness. This emptiness is both friend and stranger, and yet it is through fragmentary words that I draw comfort, beauty, grace, clarity, courage – no matter the pain. Wisdom miraculously appearing. And because I know she is not mine to hold, I only want to share her.