I have a love hate relationship to writing.
I like exploring what I know and how it affects my life.
But, I worry about making mistakes. When I didn’t write it was because I worry about not spelling the words right and not punctuation correctly and if. Someone who reads it they will criticize what I wrote. Writing is also about exploring your emotions. When you write you are talking to yourself on paper. Later you are talking to the audience of people who read it. There are many audiences, this is what I remember.
Writing is thinking on paper. You have to reflect on what you are thinking.
But now I am looking at the mountains right now. People see this same view and have different thoughts when they see this view. They have different experiences in their body and in their head. Nadia is trying to get us to experience our body as we write.
Always or I would think almost always peaceful feelings. What did I see that was peaceful as a child?
The River, inside St.Patrick’s, where I had to be quiet. I read the poem about trees and it made me look at trees.
Right now the leaves are flowing, moving, fluttering in the breeze, behind them is the water and the mountains.
We think of peace as stillness
But the water is moving and the leaves are moving and I feel peace.
Why
I am still even though I just heard a sound, a cough.
Who made that sound?
Someone is close by but I cannot see them I hear. Rick, David and Joseph are close by fishing. They must feel peaceful and safe but they are exploring there. World, their peaceful surroundings.


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