Sacred Cubbyhole

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"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters;

and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say."

Virginia Woolf

It is advisable for each of us to have a private space, no matter how grand or small.  It can be a favorite park bench; a spare chair at the library or a nook in a cafe.  We each need an area where we automatically feel safe and comfortable.  Our bodies and our senses immediately recognize the comfort zone.

A contemplative writer lived in a petite studio apartment.  She craved a writing space separate from her other things.   Brilliantly, she turned a chair around to face the wall.  There was a small end table placed by the chair previously, so it could hold her coffee, paper, candle, and pens. The big over stuffed chair hid a decent blank space on the wall.   So she began daily to add a picture to the wall forming a collage.  When she turned the chair back around, nothing could be seen.

There are things we crave in our lives, but perhaps we feel it is too early or too late, which is not true at all.  A person with an unfinished dream can alter, switch, and regroup portions to fit a scale that can be managed at this point in his or her life.  Be creative and discover a sacred cubbyhole to hold  to give more life to desires.

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"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters;

and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say."

Virginia Woolf

Writing is important just for the sake of writing.  It is a tool for allowing the mind to drizzle repressed emotions out onto the page.  It is a safe place to leave our anger or bitterness.  Our personal writings do not need to be grammatically correct nor do they need appropriate punctuation.  The long standing black and white composition book works just as well as a fancy journal.

Too often, an individual hampers a unique flow of thoughts by simply worrying about how the words sound or what others will think of what is being said.  This consideration has importance when professionally writing, but when we are expressing ourselves for personal recording, we have freedom of slang, fragments, and open ended sentences.

There is great pleasure in revisiting an old journal to rediscover our words, but and to see the little sketches or quotes that mirror our then space in time.  It is interesting to see how much we have expanded or transitioned from a controlled way of thinking to a broader sense of the world.  Our writings reflect the multiple sides of the self and our dedication to overcoming challenges presented before us.

Whiff of Turpentine

 

 

"There is no gate,

no lock,

no bolt

that you can set upon

 the freedom of my mind."

 

Virginia Woolf

A ROOM OF ONE'S OWN

My memory is very extensive and precise, unless I am looking for my glasses or keys.  I sometimes amaze myself at what I can recall and also become aware of the feelings attached.  In addition to memory, my mind is highly visual, capable of creating endless scenarios.  My mental pictures filed away are always crisp with color and easily turn into motion pictures upon will. 

My brain impacts my reading abilities by combining memory with visions.  As I read, words take on a life of their own allowing my mind to slip between the lines for a deeper sense of discovery.  Books become friends imparting the nature of people. Authors and their words create a classroom for the reader to delve beyond the page to learn first hand of every thing imagined or real.

Our perspective on life is seasoned with  the salt and pepper of our past experiences.  Our personal tastes adjust our palates for acceptable blends.  We choose resources and associates who support our view, strengthening our own reality.  We avoid discord by building emotional walls and discounting others through judgement or disdain.  This all of course disrupts the natural flow, dams the waters, and causes the sun to sink behind the clouds.

Together with brain, memory, and visions, we receive imprints from nature, Divine Spirit, and dreams.  We acquire certain 'knowings' along the way that are completely untraceable.  These knowings may come from a painter's brush or the melody in a song.  Sometimes just a whiff of turpentine or the faint sound of wind chimes stir the mind into collating random things we are not certain as to how we knew.   Our mind does not seem to explore the roots of such knowings, as it is captured by the resonance vibrating in one's own heart.

Who is to claim the origin of our knowings and desires of the heart?  Who really knows where the passion is first stirred?  When we are in hot oil of long past memories, who among the wounded can predict when the kernel of truth will finally pop?  When we breathe our last breath, will it be the bright light and tunnel that we see?

We are called to be satisfied  through understanding what we cannot hear or see.  We are encouraged to seek using affirmations and positivity.  The mind is endless when it comes to possibility.  Let your brain be free, creating opportunity where others never look nor see.