poppies 4/2012 |
...the details of our days do make a difference in
our lives...no experience is ever just for drill...everything can be a
springboard for inspiration if we are willing to be open to the goodness of
life. - Sara Ban Breathnach
Recently I was talking with a
friend and the topic came up about feeling frustrated about life and not having
an outlet to express it.
I suggested writing a journal,
painting or drawing. I think these modes of expression can have a way of
calming the mind, relaxing and shifting one’s energy. It does for me. I find writing self-healing.
Putting pencil or pen to paper and
letting all thoughts in our head escape creates a space for solutions: just reflecting
on the words written down gives a moment’s pause to think about what we are
dealing with or not dealing with. It can
give a perspective; distance us a little from the situation. And if we are
lucky we can find a solution or two.
For me, there is something
cathartic about writing. I love the way
words come out on paper. The words have
a magic I have created by choosing how I place them.
Words are powerful, they create
images, tell stories, express a feeling, thought, emotion.
Words choose how one relates an
experience. What is the tone of the words: are they happy, sad, angry,
frustrated, clear, unclear…..
When I go back and read some of
what I have written sometimes I remember what I was talking about, sometimes it
takes me a few minutes to remember what was happening.
When my son’s were little I started
journals for them. I would write about
what was happening at the age they each were at. Those are my favorite journals. For a while I did really well, but then life
just got too busy. Now I periodically
update them. I hope when they are grown
men they will enjoy having my memories of their childhood.
Now I write from a biographical
point of view: what is happening in my life and how I feel about it, more of a chronicle
of my journey.
I have developed this habit of writing:
what’s happening in my life, to do lists, mantras to get me through: for today,
tomorrow, the rest of my life, writing it down empties a space in my head to
think up more things.
farmer's market flowers 5/2012 |
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