I came to my office dormer nook, computer on the lap, cup of tea at hand, ceiling fan revolving peacefully. I had just opened the post when I heard the doorbell below. Down I go to attend to the nurse visiting my bed-ridden mother, confer with the nurse for half an hour, during which time I make necessary decisions and also greet the arrival of the housekeeper. See the nurse out the door and confer with the housekeeper. Forty minutes after I first open the post, and after turning my head from half a dozen matters calling my name, I’m here again, trying to remember what great thought I had that I was going to write about.
“Are you writing again?” a friend asked.
“Yes. It is the only way I’m going to keep a shred of sanity.”
No matter what goes on in my life, I have to breathe, eat, sleep. No matter what goes on in my life, I have to write. Writing is the trail of bread crumbs to keep me finding myself. For this reason it is as important as breathing and eating.
There is the popular book, Eat, Pray, Love. For me it would be Pray, Love, Write. Or maybe Pray, Love, Write, and don’t forget tea.
After twenty minutes of writing, I sigh deeply and my body relaxes. Ah…
Try it. It is good for everything and for everyone. If you don’t type, get a sheet of paper and just start to write. Write for ten minutes. Write praise, or a plot, or grumble and rave. Write a list of all the things you love, or hate, or wish you could do. See how you feel afterward.
And now I’m off to take the new kitten to the vet. But I’m still writing in my mind.
“You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope.”
― Thomas Merton