One of those days, looking from my window here, the sound is blustery. I can see the movement of the water, it's rough, and trees are being blown about. Whidbey Island is shrouded in a light fog.
I need to go skate today. I hope it isn't windy East of here at the trail.
I leave tomorrow for Missouri for a visit and Thanksgiving.... so , I have a million things to do, but there is something about blogging, or journaling that have always grounded me, for so many many years I wrote every AM of my life when rising, and it is life giving.
Unsure why, the Artist Way, says it is because we give the sensor time, but I never listen to that when I write, the sensor just stops and I am here fully present with my expression, and that sets the tone for the day. I used to always write with pen in hand. now I type so much since I became a computer person ( yes, I have a flat screen for a head). And now when I write by hand, my writing is awful and my hand cramps, and I am still not a typist! Look out ofr typo's!
I have to get centered here, and get myself just perfectly in this moment, it is like yoga practice, I guess, where you just move beyond the small mind and allow the one mind to be seen, and just express that oneness. That is when it flows, the inspiration comes, and it is effortless, the words are always the right ones, and there is no thinking going on. It is like being totally absorbed in working with your hands, on the wheel with clay, or sewing, or anything that brings you fully present, and peaceful.
The lack of resistance, when you come to accept what is, anxiety, experience it, fear, feel it, not resisting, you become free.
Journaling, this keys you in to that place of knowing...I write so that I can breathe.
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