Physical preparation for writing is a ritual for me. I generally light a candle, gather a few books or journals, and quiet my mind. I know in my heart I do not need to be in a specific place to allow my words to flow. I can be in differing locations for any length of time. Sometimes, I write more profoundly in a short period of time and more lofty when there is more time allowed.
In the winter, as part of my ritual, I like to be near a window or in front of a fireplace. Spring time calls me outdoors to write, but the heat of summer turns me back indoors. In the fall, my ritual calls me to go for a walk and breathe in everything around me. I soon feel complete, surrounded by love and accepted through nature's compassion. When I open my journal, my hand can hardly write fast enough for my pen to express all that I feel.
Physically, my hand writing is probably more emotional than when I use the computer. I seem to reach deeper inside when my fingers can fly across the keys. I keep a journal in my purse, car, desk, and by my bed. If I do not record something immediately, I will forget the exact word and only emotion will remain. So I guess my ritual really is quite flexible depending upon where I am in the moment.
My writing ritual could be reduced to obtaining pen and paper, any where, any time, and with any emotion. I am a writer, and although I enjoy props to begin my daily practice, the authentic ritual remains in my heart and soul. It is called beginning.
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