Working with writers, either on their books or on the deep exploration of the self, is what I'm all about. It's the individual's personal progress that interests me more than the 'rewards' of money.
All of which has to do with the email I've been receiving recently, where strangers have taken the time out to wing me a few words that have said, basically: the exercises in your books work really well, and have moved me forwards. I like these letters. They make me smile, because I know that the what has happened has been a genuine empowerment. My books are just objects on a shelf until someone comes along with a motivated, inquiring mind, and starts to use what's on the pages. And that's when the fireworks start to go off. People get free. They see joy in their lives. The sun shines again.
We are not here to pile up dollar bills. We are here to get free, and we can only do that by understanding how the locks on our prison doors can be undone. Then we can nudge others to decode their own locks, so we can meet outside the gates.
These are the rewards of writing.
Published on October 25, 2010 12:14