Why a Blog?

In July, 2002, I attended my first Progoff Intensive Journal, in Evanston, Illinois. The work I did there infused me with a sense of purpose. I didn't know at the time where the experience would take me, but I knew it would take me, and it would take me by the written word. That workshop reaffirmed a lifetime of intuitive prodding that I had nurtured and neglected, in cycles, for all the usual reasons people vacillate between the world and the whispers of the soul.

According to Progoff, the intuitive process is catalyzed by an "image of intimation," which is an image of what a person might accomplish or become in the future. It refers to a work of art, in contrast to a work of practical necessity, though, in some people, the image of intimation is felt so strongly that it becomes a work of practical necessity.

Generally, however, the image of intimation is more of a feeling than a goal, at least when it first becomes manifest in the intuition of the person who experiences it.

I am a writer, though not in the vocational sense of the word. I'm a writer in the ordinary sense of the word. I sit at the keyboard and write. Years ago, I filled notebooks using any kind of pen my hand landed on. The impulse to write arose within me repeatedly, even after periods during which I wrote nothing and didn't think about writing. I never understood why I always returned to the pen, especially when no tangible good came of it. As a matter of fact, my writing got me in trouble once, when my mother poked around in it sometime during my adolescence.

I finally understand. This blog is just another step in turning my image of intimation into a work of practical necessity.