Nature and writing are my true therapies
Nature and writing are my true therapies. They make me want to live.
As those of you who have been reading my blog for awhile now have come to see, I sometimes use quotes from other sources to initiate my entries. This latest quote comes from a book series called Post Secret. There are several books in this series and this one:
Confessions on Life, Death and God came across the library where I work about a week ago. Being on this path I’m on now I’ve learned to take nothing for granted and I now see EVERYTHING as a sign from my God.
I’m sure some of you are shaking your heads now and thinking:
Not EVERYTHING is a sign.
That’s fine. I don’t expect everyone to agree with everything I believe. I know I’m always on the lookout for inspiration and when I find it whether it’s from a book that is placed in my hands or from a friend’s conversation I use everything I see and I’m grateful for every tool that comes my way.
The quote above reflects my personality to a tee. Thanks to this blog I’ve rediscovered my love of writing. There was a time in my life when I’d go to my room in the early evening say around 6 PM and would starting writing. I wouldn’t come up for breath until 10 or 11 that same night. Four or five hours would go by and I’d have written 5 to 7 pages. I’d get into a flow and I wouldn’t realize how much time REALLY went by. Some times I’d look at my computer screen and see ten pages were written and not even realize I’d written a thing.
When I moved out of my family’s house I simply stopped writing. It took me a some time to understand why. A few years ago I came to the realization that I no longer needed to write. See? I used writing as a catharsis. Writing was my way of loosing my emotions. It was the only acceptable way for me to react to the way I grew up. When I moved out, I was no longer in that situation so I no longer needed the catharsis.
But I soon realized once a writer always a writer and I started to miss the routine. I slowly went back to a few unpublished novels I had sitting around. I couldn’t get excited about writing anymore however. I didn’t quite understand why.
Again it took me some time to figure it out. Meanwhile I still struggled, still attempting to fight my way through the writer’s block I was creating in myself. I wasn’t happy. That was the crux of the whole issue. I wasn’t happy. But I still wasn’t aware of why I wasn’t happy. It took me a few more years before I finally realized what was causing my unhappiness. Do you want to know what was causing my restlessness? I bet if you think long and hard enough you can probably see it and when I tell you, you’re going to say:
Wow! That’s so clear to me. Why didn’t you see it before? I wasn’t ready to see it before. Again it’s all about timing. Things come to you when you’re ready to receive them. I wasn’t ready to receive until I was ready to receive.
Okay the reason I struggled finding my flow again is because I no longer enjoyed what I was writing. I found my bliss again with my writing because I now have something to say. Something I want to share. What I’m writing about now with this blog is the MOST important writing I’ve EVER done. I LOVE writing again, because I love writing again. It is once more my true therapy.
Nature is also a true therapy. All you have to do is see my photography to see that.
Be Happy! Be Well! Be Positive!