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Dear Reader,
Sometimes when I'm supposed to be working, writing for a purpose, instead my pen skedaddles across the page with pure nonsense, or insights into my soul.
Today, I'm sharing a page of notes (random thoughts), from my personal journal...
"I've always wanted to make it big, whatever that means. I think the problem is I've never really defined what 'big' is, and what it would look like. It's kind of ironic, because I know that my purpose here on earth is to do the little things. And I'm good at doing the little things. Maybe little things are really big things?
When the daughter heard the news that her mother was dying of cancer, at first she lived each day thinking, 'My mother is dying.' She'd repeat that thought to herself many times a day. And the daughter's days were very, very sad. Too sad. So she changed her thinking and started telling herself, 'My mother is living today.' Yes, her mother was going to die, but right now, she was alive. The daughter realized that letting herself grieve a bit ahead of time was good, but that she didn't want to spend the last days she had with her mother, seeing her through the eyes of death, but rather through the joy of life.
Sometimes I'm afraid to start writing because I'm afraid of what my heart might find. Sometimes I need a writing intervention. Call my sponsor and a group of friends show up, and they hold me in my chair until I've written useable words and ideas for at least 20 minutes. Because if I can get my motor running then it's not a problem to write. It's just getting going. Turn the crank, over and over again. I feel like a model T and the driver is ambivalent about whether or not to turn the motor over, because it looks like rain. Maybe he should wait and go for a drive another day.
I like to live a little bit on the edge. I even write on the edge. Most of my first drafts are written out long hand with a fountain pen. I've always thought the flowing ink had a bit of a writer's romance in it. It's a tool that makes me feel like a writer. But there's always a chance for disaster. If the ink gets wet, the copy may run and then the challenge is--can I duplicate the original words and thoughts?
Why do I insist on continuing to flirt with possible disaster? Want to use a fountain pen, but sometimes it drops a stroke in the middle of a word. It's a balancing act, just the right amount of pressure pen-to-page, or sometimes the ink completely disappears for a couple of letters and I have to go back and trace over the faint lines. Gee, maybe I need to clean this fountain pen?
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
www.muffinsandmayhem.com
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Illuminations chronicles the life of Hildegard von Bingen (1098-1179), offered to the Church at the age of eight, entombed in a small room, and expected to live out her days in silent submission. Instead Hildegard's secret visions of the divine inspired her to break out of her prison and to liberate her sisters and herself from the soul destroying anchorage.
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