I woke up to the sound of the rain hitting the window. Not knowing what the day would bring, I got up trusting that it has already been brought. My mind kept trying to project what it could be like and what sort of things I'd want to do today. But I did not indulge my mind. I asked myself periodically, "What does my body wanna do today?" It took me for a walk. It sat me in meditation. It fed me. It got me reading. It got me to write my New Year's resolutions, which I personally don't tend to do. Yet, there I was writing that I'd like to continue working on my craft, eat more vegetable-based foods, find my own dentist, learn new handiwork, create new cooking habits, and spend more time playing.
From time to time, my head would thump and I would have to stop whatever it is I'm doing and just sit and feel. What am I feeling for? I'm feeling for the aliveness, the sensations, the what it's like to be me.
My boyfriend is making a writing desk for us. With the place set up to fit the pickiest of writers, I can say that I'm ready to make this writing space work. Having finished yet another draft of my novella, I'm restructuring my system, cleansing any clogged pores from the previous month's work, and relaxing into How to Grow a Novel (Sol Stein).
The Practice
Daily Meditation - 20 minutes
Daily Walk - 30 minutes
Reflection
I'm faithfully taking a breather when one needs to be taken. I'm trusting that the unfilled moments of the day are there to be unfilled. There's enough breathing space to know when it's time to learn something new and when to wait for a wave of effortless learning.
The writing desk is available for use. I'm using it now. It's the perfect height. As I write these words, he says, "It's the perfect height. It's getting very eerie around here." It sure is.
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