Last night there was a thunderstorm. It was loud. It was bright. The rain was pouring from the sky. Everything stopped. I sat in bed with all of the blinds opened and watched the flashing lightning paint the sky over and over and over again. The thunder boomed and my poor Bella ran under the bed. The rain poured and poured and poured. I thought about how cleansing a storm can be. While it's happening, it can be scary...just ask my dog...but after it's over, I wake up and feel renewed. Maybe we need to storm sometimes too. Let it all out and see what's left and how it feels. I storm...on the pages my notebook. When I'm frustrated or worried or ecstatic, I open the pages and let it all out. The emotions paint the pages of my notebook...it's all left there. And after, I feel renewed. I breathe more deeply, think more clearly, and feel better. Without thunderstorms, what would spring be? Without writing, who would I be? I have always been deeply connected to th...
Quiet is nice - almost time to listen to yourself as well. Drafting in your heart and mind. It is important to remember these days when our students face the blank page. Thank you.
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Writing IS about listening! You have to fuel your writing with being.
ReplyDeleteI can relate. Sometimes there is no need for elaborate words. The quiet is bliss.
ReplyDeleteThe first line I wrote today was, "My days are filled with listening." Listening and quiet are good for us. You should listen to Naomi Shihab Nye on On Being.
ReplyDeleteHmm. . . my quiet this morning was watching the deer in my driveway. So peaceful. Watching and listening. Quiet has its purpose! (So does the coffee!) LOL
ReplyDeleteThis is an important reminder! I think that this is a slice that I need to print out and put into my writer’s notebook to remind myself to take time to stop and just listen.
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