It’s a dance, this finding room to
write. And time and the quiet
contemplation time that is necessary, to continue the thought, is the
music.
When time to write is granted to me, I do not always write. If I
have chosen not to be impatient and judgmental about how busy and noisy that it
has been, or how my day has lead me to a state of exhaustion and I know the
heart bottom feeling that my needs do not matter, and how I perhaps have
authored this state of affairs I still have to figure out how to write. Because it is when I can’t stand it any
longer, and those few minutes of quiet opens up, I still have to shift my mind to being
productive in an actual action now sort of way.
And while I might start like a jitterbug on the dance floor while the
tune is in ¾ time, I am out there and I’m doing something with my time. It might only be 10 minutes, or it might
expand to be a lot more, but it is mine to use.
Or lose.
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| Stomp Dance - Miami, Oklahoma |
I have to bring forth my ability to be
comfortable with the empty screen. I
have to set side of all the possible various projects that make my mind
frantic; all of the considerations that clutter my mind until I sway with the
music. For this is the time thing, mine to
use or to lose. And this is the writing
thing, finding the rhythm and stepping out onto the floor.
