Finally Mercury has gone direct again. It went direct at 9:03 am this morning. This frees me up, as it does most folks, to speak more clearly, express my thoughts more eloquently, and make choices and decisions with more confidence that the situation won't shift after I have chosen.
As a writer this particular period has just been like walking in mud. Nothing I have written has had the sparkle and strength that I am usually able to manifest. I have been dissatisfied with anything I have written, when I could make myself write. I have thought my ideas were dull, my language limping, and my point - well - missing. My hope is with Mercury going direct I might not have as intense a time with this as I have this past 3 weeks. This hope of future brilliance is both at the same time, reasonable and superstitious. But as a woman raised in the South I cannot ever pull fully away from the confidence that unseen forces and rules are shaping much of my reality.
"What would happen in one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open".--Muriel Rukeseyer
With Mercury going direct I have hope once again that I will write something that will be completely true. I hope to find the grains in my life that will split my world open so the rich gooey center pours out to enjoy. Like a seed splitting to sprout, some destruction accompanies all growth. Ah, already Mercury is working his magic. May we all be facile without being glib.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
train travel - postscript
I've been back from my 12 hour train ride for a few weeks. Like always, when I go away I return to see my life, home, entire situation with new eyes. I appreciate that about travel. It offers me an opportunity to see anew.
I learned something new on that trip. I have spent very little time in my life actually relaxing. It is pretty hard to stay occupied on a lengthy train ride. I knitted, I read, I listened to audio books, I wrote, and I watched movies. But finally when I had done everything I had brought to do, I just looked out the window. My story teller's mind made up sketches of stories and lines of prose as the different views slipped by. It was not only restful to just let my mind think and wander, I discovered it was an investment in future creativity.
What I found the week after I returned is that I would awaken in the night and strings of words, images, ideas, lines of dialogue would pop into my sleepy head. I would turn over and go back to sleep, my dreams opening in vivid colors. I am still inspired, if confused by the effect of that trip. Again, I recommend it. I talked to a friend of mine who said he just couldn't stand being on the train after a while. The inactivity drove him crazy. Well, he is a much more physically active person than I am. So train travel isn't for everyone.
I am inspired to spend a few minutes each day watching the world go by. I think there is something restorative about sitting at idle. It is the the pause between breaths.
I learned something new on that trip. I have spent very little time in my life actually relaxing. It is pretty hard to stay occupied on a lengthy train ride. I knitted, I read, I listened to audio books, I wrote, and I watched movies. But finally when I had done everything I had brought to do, I just looked out the window. My story teller's mind made up sketches of stories and lines of prose as the different views slipped by. It was not only restful to just let my mind think and wander, I discovered it was an investment in future creativity.
What I found the week after I returned is that I would awaken in the night and strings of words, images, ideas, lines of dialogue would pop into my sleepy head. I would turn over and go back to sleep, my dreams opening in vivid colors. I am still inspired, if confused by the effect of that trip. Again, I recommend it. I talked to a friend of mine who said he just couldn't stand being on the train after a while. The inactivity drove him crazy. Well, he is a much more physically active person than I am. So train travel isn't for everyone.
I am inspired to spend a few minutes each day watching the world go by. I think there is something restorative about sitting at idle. It is the the pause between breaths.
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