A thoughtful write. It's just as well I don't post all of my ramblings on here. Now and again I feel compelled to share. This is one such time.

When I feel cornered or confused
I pick up a pen and I write.
Words are my tools and my weapons,
With them, I chase my dreams
and chronicle my disappointments.
The page is never judgmental.
I am able to pour out my heart
without fear of criticism or condemnation.
There is catharsis to be found in expression.
Relief is gained by 'thinking' in print.
I don't always find answers
but at least I can record my questions.
Sometimes they are answered in time
and I'm able to look back at the process
from a new vantage point.
(Somewhat like looking down at the
hazardous cliff face from the peak)
In so doing, I gain understanding.
Writing doesn't solve my problems
but sometimes it is the means
that provides the way.
A well trod path to enlightenment...

This is one path where I've kicked up the dirt until dust clouds have blocked my vision. It always encourages me to remember that when the dust settles, the ground is fresh and ready to be patterned again.
 
Chanti 2006