I've not blogged for a while, twenty-three day to be exact; in fact I have struggled with any writing at all during this period of time. My writing and I have been wrestling, and it's been a deep wrestle in the mud I can tell you!
All writers experience 'blocks' from time to time, and the proportions of this one felt like Ben Nevis at times. But I have broken through I'm happy to say, by working on myself and healing parts of me that needed my undivided attention. Writing is a way of me parenting myself, filling up that well that can so easily be emptied by the demands of life; carving out time for me because it's important for me to do that. Space to be the creative person that I am, express myself freely, bringing the inner to the outer.
Days when I have written prolifically, I feel great, positive, energised and life seem to flow in way that is easier. I journal early in the morning, sometimes I use my journalling as a dumping ground for stuff that I need to let go of; thoughts that needs to be examined, feelings that deserve exploration. Somehow seeing it all on the page helps me to make connections and realisations that don't come to me at any other time. Other times, I use my journal to do specific writers exercises; the results always surprise me. I start by thinking about what I will write, but then as if by magic, when juicy pen meets thirsty paper, what flows from my mind comes out completely different! And I do this in complete silence. No radio - no that in itself was a challenge to start with. But in the sweet embrace of silence my pen can flow with uncluttered thoughts and images, my imagination soaring through the clouds to the clear blue sky above. And like other writers, I draw on my own history as a basis for my writing.
"If we survive childhood we have enough material to last a lifetime. (Flannery O'Connor, 2007)
"Some of my worst wounds/ have healed into poems/ A few well placed stabs in the back / have released a singing/ trapped between my shoulders" (Lorna Goodison, Jamaican poet, 2001)
Food for thought, I'm sure you'll agree.
Sometimes when my writing flows particularly well, I am aware that I am channelling from my spirit guides and angels, much like when I am giving readings to clients. I feel their presence, sometimes I feel a hand upon my head, images appear in my third eye and my hand can't write fast enough as it flows through my pen. For I know that much of my writing is medicine for the soul, my own and in time it will be for others, when I eventually get published.
Even though I am writing fiction, I draw on the richness of my life, that tapestry of all the experiences that life has strewn in my path. Some are like beautiful pieces of embroidery; others like frayed and tatty prayer flags blowing in the breeze. But they are all mine, they have cut and faceted the diamond of my soul until it shines and radiates in the sunlight.
And shine I will, and so can you.
Many Blessings x
All writers experience 'blocks' from time to time, and the proportions of this one felt like Ben Nevis at times. But I have broken through I'm happy to say, by working on myself and healing parts of me that needed my undivided attention. Writing is a way of me parenting myself, filling up that well that can so easily be emptied by the demands of life; carving out time for me because it's important for me to do that. Space to be the creative person that I am, express myself freely, bringing the inner to the outer.
Days when I have written prolifically, I feel great, positive, energised and life seem to flow in way that is easier. I journal early in the morning, sometimes I use my journalling as a dumping ground for stuff that I need to let go of; thoughts that needs to be examined, feelings that deserve exploration. Somehow seeing it all on the page helps me to make connections and realisations that don't come to me at any other time. Other times, I use my journal to do specific writers exercises; the results always surprise me. I start by thinking about what I will write, but then as if by magic, when juicy pen meets thirsty paper, what flows from my mind comes out completely different! And I do this in complete silence. No radio - no that in itself was a challenge to start with. But in the sweet embrace of silence my pen can flow with uncluttered thoughts and images, my imagination soaring through the clouds to the clear blue sky above. And like other writers, I draw on my own history as a basis for my writing.
"If we survive childhood we have enough material to last a lifetime. (Flannery O'Connor, 2007)
"Some of my worst wounds/ have healed into poems/ A few well placed stabs in the back / have released a singing/ trapped between my shoulders" (Lorna Goodison, Jamaican poet, 2001)
Food for thought, I'm sure you'll agree.
Sometimes when my writing flows particularly well, I am aware that I am channelling from my spirit guides and angels, much like when I am giving readings to clients. I feel their presence, sometimes I feel a hand upon my head, images appear in my third eye and my hand can't write fast enough as it flows through my pen. For I know that much of my writing is medicine for the soul, my own and in time it will be for others, when I eventually get published.
Even though I am writing fiction, I draw on the richness of my life, that tapestry of all the experiences that life has strewn in my path. Some are like beautiful pieces of embroidery; others like frayed and tatty prayer flags blowing in the breeze. But they are all mine, they have cut and faceted the diamond of my soul until it shines and radiates in the sunlight.
And shine I will, and so can you.
Many Blessings x
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