Writing is like swimming, maybe… dive in and get wet. Or, it’s like a road in the forest… Back home in Sweden, there are many roads and many more forests. I spent time taking forest roads and abandoning them as well. Maybe that’s the best picture of writing I can think of… If you add the ambience of quietly chirping birds and susurrations of the trees. You know what I mean? What I write, what plans I have, what paths I take, and what path I abandon all add up in the end to a contemplative journey traveled in friendship with God. He’s the one who wants me to write. My task is to use my faculties of thinking logically, feeling compassion, righteousness, and humility genuinely. He is the forest! Just by being human and loving God truly with all my heart, soul, and mind, I walk with Him. He allows me to dwell in Him, just like in the forest…