It’s blog post Sunday. I am in immersion now. Where three hours go by in the blink of an eye. I’m writing from a place inside I’ve never even met. I just sit back and watch the words emerge onto the page.
I started experimenting with typing the last two sessions. Before being an old soul and grass roots kind of gal had me put pen to the page. However I can’t deny how quickly my brain goes, and how it outruns the pen on the page. I had to see what I could do with a different tool, come what may.
And in doing so I’ve found a whole new self staring at me from beyond the page.
It’s been a year …. Yesterday was a palindrome. I’ve known at least one of those before. If Taylor can do it so can I.
I find myself between the pages of many a beautiful story. I just want to read all the time. To branch out. To read fantasy, and mystery, sci fi, and everything else. To stray away from being out of balance, from too heady and too much self help.
I want to read to embrace the healing I’ve been able to accomplish. The fact my nervous system now allows it is not trivial.
Leave the cares about punctuation behind, or being witty and charming. I only need to be myself.
I’m in writing immersion communing with she that is I, a wealth of knowledge inside the girl who was always looking to be fulfilled from out.
These Annie’s Tropical Bunny Fruit Snacks are delicious. Late July tortilla chips in Cedar’s Tzatziki. I always spell that word wrong.
I have about thirty books I’m reading. It’s like a divining rod which one to choose.
I’m so light I could fly away. Perhaps I’ll go fly a kite with a boy I haven’t met yet. Could be a character who knows. I haven’t met him yet, but I will. I’m sure of it.
“It was in front of her all along” is the next writing. Ten minutes to be all up in it. The first hit of energy is the purpose of the prompt.
I no longer argue with them anymore. Full Surrender. I’ll never stop.
I need to be on the beach soon. Reading. Languishing for hours. Not overthinking what my next move is. Just being. Belly to the earth doing my shamanic healing. Fire ceremony and release.
In another window I have letters from Love Substack, by Liz Gilbert talking about her jaunty hat. Love it.
“We Make it Up As We Go Along”
We think too much
Just paint the picture
Write the song
Choreography is for
Suckers
Just start moving
Bang the gong
The earth
Will guide you
You’ll
Find
You never have
To wait for too long
We are more
Alike than we are
Different
And everyone
Else
Is making it up
As they go along
Too
I figured I’d share a small piece from my day. It’s nearly three and time to go back to reading Dune. I hope everyone is having a beautiful Sunday.