If you want to know what loving your neighbor is all about, look at them with more than just your eyes.
Frederick Buechner, Whistling in the Dark
I recently started a writer’s group at the senior program where I work.
We’ve had two meetings, but only one person — the same person — has come each time. The last time we met I was feeling so overwhelmed with life that we hardly talked about writing until at the end when we were talking about all that’s going on these days. Something clicked in my brain.
“This,” I said, making a grandiose gesture with my arms to indicate the world in which we live, “is why writing is important. Writing helps us understand.”
It was at just such a time as this that I started this blog, although it wasn’t the country in turmoil. It was my mother’s dementia. I was having a hard time processing it.
Just like I’m having a hard time processing what’s going on today.
Writing taps into something — surely there is a word for it — that unravels the knot.
I think it has to do with imagination — with seeing with more than our eyes.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Sally I agree. Writing helps me organize and process the chaos and confusion!!
I did the same thing at a senior home I volunteered at many years ago. They were not interested in writing per say, but they told me wonderful stories one of which I turned into a poem, and they loved that!~