Reading my book today " A year of writing dangerously" the author speaks about her experience of writing the controversial. Writing what she normally wouldn't for the sake of the art. She mentions the following quote, which deeply resonates with me.
"And so I began to write about the things I thought I would never tell another soul as long as i lived" - May-Lee Chai
More and more I am guided to write from the untapped burrows of my heart. The pain, the anger, the intensity. The depths I perceive and know of this life through my body. The fierce intensity of great emotion that I am so blessed to experience in this life. But where to even begin. I do write a lot of fragmented pieces of work. I write "fuck you" letters, i journal, i write my "morning pages". But it is now that I turn my focus to writing and my writing to focus that I come up against a challenge. How and what do i write about. What is my intention? Do i need to have a focussed idea for my work or do i just write?
For now i'll just write.
I'll convey my emotions through a writers lens. Onto the pages i'll pour my heart. I will write what comes.
"When we forget ourselves, when we let go of being good and settle into just being a writer, we begin to have the experience of writing itself writing through us. We retire as the self conscious author and become something else - the vehicle for self expression." -Julia Cameron.
I wrote these poems today. It's fall and cold outside...i'm cozy in my sacred writing nook.
For now i'll just write.
I'll convey my emotions through a writers lens. Onto the pages i'll pour my heart. I will write what comes.
"When we forget ourselves, when we let go of being good and settle into just being a writer, we begin to have the experience of writing itself writing through us. We retire as the self conscious author and become something else - the vehicle for self expression." -Julia Cameron.
I wrote these poems today. It's fall and cold outside...i'm cozy in my sacred writing nook.
Trusting-
finding inner stillness & the wisdom of the body
reflecting on life's path past
my heart is aching in my mind. my body can't feel it right now.
breathing in the realness of the present.
beginning again to see myself
all this work, this journey, the spaciousness is there again.
believing this is right for me right now. knowing of knowing as i feel the stillness
my body know.
trust this wisdom. dream big. let the river of my soul flow free
no dam will dampen this light. it pierces through the shadow, drys the tears of my heart and reveals no other than me. it is a beginning, another awakening.
for this i am grateful.
-Not Knowing-
it requires strength and depth
the empty cup to fill
magic happens at the heart of this
revealed is what wants to rip through
to open the gift of life
the same gift with different wrapping paper.
each paper is just as shiny even if it doesn't seem to sparkle.
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