Obsession

Nearly always, actually always, I find a way, I discover a route to permeate the ether with my need to continue with the rise and fall of the heart, the mind, the soul; those cognitive and non-cognitive processes which allow me to make, and then celebrate a connection to what perhaps would be safer, or wiser, or _ _ _ _ left unexplained.

Yet that I discard the inner and the outer voices which beg me, which incite me, which indulge me to let go; but no, hanging on is the obsession, and just as the mountain climber (though I am no mountain climber) I hang on as if it is for my very life, which of course is exactly what it is; obsession or no.

Forgiveness

Could the word be split in two, could the forgive be separated from the ness. And what is the ness anyway other than a place where the monster resides, or does it?

But back to forgive, is it an action to take or an action to receive, and which of these two actions will make you feel better, or feel good about yourself.

And how often to forgive yourself, and in how many ways to work through forgiveness without it becoming an obsession.

An other ness like kindness, or, see how the flow stops when you try to be cute, or clever. How your mind or your brain stops you, through its restriction of access to a wider vocabulary.

Compulsion To Write

Five minutes free writing.

Forgiveness seems an odd place to begin; am I forgiving myself, or am I seeking forgiveness for others, or are there individuals who I ought to, or who I want to, forgive.

Is the process of forgiveness a way of wiping the slate clean, to then allow new thoughts, new ideas, new grasps from consciousness to enter.

Will I become free, will my writing become free; but what do I need to escape from, what is it that traps me.

Are the barriers of my own building, are there techniques to open the lock gates and let the waters (words) flow.

Is it important, or necessary, to set down in lead the thoughts which dash from place to place in my mind.

Is it ok to be wistful?

Highlight three words.

Lauri

Where does writing begin

Grown by sunlight of presence

Time & nourishment & love

Words float in on the breeze

Begin Here - Try For Yourself

Enjoy the day

Feedback session

At end of exercises

Elizabeth Gilbert - Big Magic

How ideas work

No material body

With consciousness

With will

Ideas search for available and willing partners

You might miss the signal

The idea may try to wave you down

Until the day when you are open