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Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
The Little Green Notebook
I built a meditation and writing practice* into the day. It's working as a way of reflection and a way to work through word block.
I bought this composition notebook last year to take notes for our trip to Germany:
It's been a few different things since then
Most recently the little green notebook has become my meditation journal and part of my journey to find out what comes after quitting a high powered well-paid corporate job.
What you'll need
Step 2: Draw a question from your jar
Step 3: Read the question and write it down
Step 4: Set the timer (I recommend starting with 10-15 minutes)
Step 5: (optional) Get comfortable: (Lay of the floor, sit in a comfy chair)
Close your eyes and allow yourself to wander/wonder into the question until the timer chimes.
Step 6: (optional) Set the timer again (for the same amount of time you wandered)
Step 7: Write whatever comes up
Step 8: (optional) Staple your question to the beginning of your writing or put it back in your jar.
I haven't kept a journal--writing or otherwise for quite sometime. I'm pleasantly surprised how easy using this practice has pushed me over computer word blanks and has given me a new thirst for both writing, studying, and asking questions.
After two weeks is I want to write longer than my 15 minutes. So I do. My favorite meditation position is on my back with my heads out in happy sleeping baby pose to open my heart. What I write about isn't always what I ask about and that's okay. I enjoy surprising myself. I still have no idea what's next.
How do allow your words to flow?
*This practice is inspired by Writing Begins with the Breath by Laraine Herring
I bought this composition notebook last year to take notes for our trip to Germany:
It's been a few different things since then
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Doodle Paper |
Most recently the little green notebook has become my meditation journal and part of my journey to find out what comes after quitting a high powered well-paid corporate job.
Meditation & Writing Practice
What you'll need
- Notebook (Let go of the screen and the keyboards for a while.)
- Pen or pencil you like the flow of (I've been using gel pens because I love the way the glide on the paper
- Timer
- Stapler (optional)
- A jar or container full of writing prompts/questions. (I took these from books that inspire me, and questions that came up as I'm reading. If you are writing a manuscript you might write down questions you would ask your characters or plot questions.)
What to do
Step 1: Lay out our suppliesStep 2: Draw a question from your jar
Step 3: Read the question and write it down
Step 4: Set the timer (I recommend starting with 10-15 minutes)
Step 5: (optional) Get comfortable: (Lay of the floor, sit in a comfy chair)
Close your eyes and allow yourself to wander/wonder into the question until the timer chimes.
Step 6: (optional) Set the timer again (for the same amount of time you wandered)
Step 7: Write whatever comes up
Step 8: (optional) Staple your question to the beginning of your writing or put it back in your jar.
I haven't kept a journal--writing or otherwise for quite sometime. I'm pleasantly surprised how easy using this practice has pushed me over computer word blanks and has given me a new thirst for both writing, studying, and asking questions.
After two weeks is I want to write longer than my 15 minutes. So I do. My favorite meditation position is on my back with my heads out in happy sleeping baby pose to open my heart. What I write about isn't always what I ask about and that's okay. I enjoy surprising myself. I still have no idea what's next.
How do allow your words to flow?
*This practice is inspired by Writing Begins with the Breath by Laraine Herring
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Windingly Straight
I was outside in the backyard today and the wind was blowing. I felt for a moment like I was in the prairie strolling though knee high grasses on my Grandpa's farm with my mother. What I realized is that I am never far from home.
Maybe home isn't a place. Maybe home is our journey. Maybe we are all already home.*
What's your home?
Windingly Straight
The butterfly
glides in circles
and sideways
through trees;
lands and
dances away again
We delight in its
hap-hazard path
We laugh in its
drunkenness
But the butterfly
follows the scent of
the alien bee balm,
the sunshine zenia,
purple-crowned bush
The butterfly makes
no mistake--
Flying straightways
to the sweetness
it calls home
The butterfly laughs
turning circles of delight
as we spin along our
windingly straight way;
never quite knowing
we are already home
*Thanks, Jen, for reminding me I am always already home.
Maybe home isn't a place. Maybe home is our journey. Maybe we are all already home.*
What's your home?
Windingly Straight
The butterfly
glides in circles
and sideways
through trees;
lands and
dances away again
We delight in its
hap-hazard path
We laugh in its
drunkenness
But the butterfly
follows the scent of
the alien bee balm,
the sunshine zenia,
purple-crowned bush
The butterfly makes
no mistake--
Flying straightways
to the sweetness
it calls home
The butterfly laughs
turning circles of delight
as we spin along our
windingly straight way;
never quite knowing
we are already home
*Thanks, Jen, for reminding me I am always already home.
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