A Song Speaks...

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I've been waking up way too early lately and I like it. It's a time and space for me only. I don't have to answer to anyone, or be anything I don't want to be. I just get to be. It's a long, deep inhale and exhale where I oxygenate my soul.

My favorite and latest emergence.

Also, I've noticed songs playing in my head. Sometimes they are quiet and barely audible, and sometimes, like yesterday morning, a song will overtake me, make me to stop what I'm doing, and ask me to find the meaning it holds, which at that time was "Hold On" by Wilson Phillips. After I wrote the lyrics on a white board, I took a step back and read them aloud. It was surprising how spot on they were with what I needed in that moment; reassurance.  

This morning's song was Salt-N-Pepa's "Let's Talk About Sex." Its rhythmic cadence transported me back in time to the backseat of my friend's mom's convertible. With the top down and wind blowing through my hair, I sang the risque lyrics at the top of my lungs, something I would have never been allowed to do in my parent's presence. This moment, unknown to me at the time, was a a pivotal one. I now see it as a step towards breaking protective cocoon of childhood and replacing it with the uncertainty of adolescence. And all that from a song.   

 

Write Now...

Since my first journal, fit with lock and key when I was 5 years old, writing has been a part of my life. I currently have a stack of journals 15 deep on the hallway bookshelf and contained in those pages are moments of extreme pain and unrestrained joy. The words from my past remind me that the passage of time creates distance, and in that, lies healing.  

The article "Five Ways Writing Can Save Your Life," explains how the components of self-discovery, reflection, meditation, imagination and action are at the core of the writing experience. I can say from experience, as I near the end of my third month writing daily, the act of taking thoughts and emotions and translating them into words is a truly satisfying experience. I've learned there is no wrong answer, that the only expectations that exist are ones I set for myself, and it's better to try and fail than to do nothing at all. 

I'm glad I enjoy writing because as intimidating as 279 more days of blogging seems, I know taking it a day at a time will make the process go smoothly. 

Well, that's all for this evening. Good night, and if you too decide you may want to start a journal remember: "Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards." -Robert Heinlein

Stream of Consciousness: An Exercise...

Stream of consciousness is a type of writing that allows locked doors to unlock. It allows the mind freedom to be swept away in madness and then return to sanity. It soothes the soul while unleashing the animal within. Do not fear it, for fear limits you. Embrace it and allow the river to take you where it may.

For 10-20 minutes write whatever comes to mind and I mean whatever. Do not stop, judge, or critique what you write, just write. This exercise is beneficial as it helps to relieve stress, increase creativity and gain awareness into yourself and the world around you.

My Stream:
"Running into the desert she panicked. What would she do. Where would she go. The cat cried. But not sad. it was happy. there were things she needed to do yet on her perch she sat, listening to the sound of silence. The concrete wall formed a barrier to the land of wonder yet gave her a sense of promise when looking at it. why don't you go asked the owl? it seemed silly to her that she even thought about his land beyond lands but that what this is, silly. no punctuation, or little punctuation for that matter. grammar, spelling all didn't matter. it   was freedom to be who you are and go where you wanted to go.the owl asked another
 time why don't you go. and she did. she ran and jumped and skipped and plunged into the unknown that awaited her from the start. Love, life and planning halted for the mysterious zone of space kept her at ease. into the mouth of solitude and reflection yet bombarded by the hope of illusion. funny. not quite. but silly."

There you have it. Stream of consciousness writing at its finest. In the words of the infamous Virginia Woole "Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end."

Silly Poem Day...

A Poem:

I don't have much to say, on this the 25th day

but I'll be happy to let you know, onward to Costco I will go

Chris just awoke and to me he spoke 

about a dream he dealt blackjack on a sinking boat

Don't get upset and please don't fret 

for it was only a dream, he did not get wet.

I'll see you here tomorrow, I promise I will

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