Friday, May 03, 2013
A Quiet Time
I'm dealing with some personal matters in my life which don't leave me a lot of focus for writing. Or rather, the writing I'm doing is my old standby: handwritten journal entries in a cheap spiral bound notebook. I've filled many over the years and will likely fill many more still in the years to come.
Sometimes, I go back through those journals and I'm able to have sufficient distance from the events that I can use the material in poems or stories. More often, they are just the repository of my deep emotions. Perhaps they serve as a reminder that I have struggled against great difficulties in my life before and I am still here.
Writing has always been the way I sort out what I feel.
I am currently reading "When Things Fall Apart" by Pema Chodron and finding great comfort in her words. My journalling, too, brings me a measure of peace.
Until I can find my way through this difficult moment, I will practice being gentle with myself.