Monday, September 13, 2010

The Daily Dialogue…

Everyone seems wanting to know. To find out. Me too… . Because my work, I write all day long professionally & work very hard for my craft as well as for my yet to publish book. And for almost most of my life I have passionately resisted keeping a personal journal (unsuccessful). It seemed too much effort & I really didn’t have the time. There was rarely a quieting of my mind. I discovered my mind will simply grab hold of a single thought like a pitbull terrier with a bone & not let it go until I’m totally exhausted or have lost interest on the subject.

So, I realised one day, desperate to quiet the voice in my head, I took a spiral notebook & began having a conversation with myself on the paper. Everything I worried or upset about just spilled out in a rapid stream of consciousness. (that’s when I was 6 and that’s how my mom discovered my writing abilities) As for the present, what I was doing was not so much recording the events taking place in my life as much as eliminating the mental minutiae that was depleting my creative energy & driving me crazy. But that was how I am able to let go & get on with my day. “Groan & forget it,” the writer Jessamyn West advised. She’s right apparently. This ritual became very centering & therapeutic.

I have been doing my daily dialogue for many years now, & while I may sometimes skip here & there for a few days, I always look forward to checking in with my consciousness because this inner tool really works. It clears my mind & calms my restless spirit. It will do the same for you. Interestingly, after a while, the pages take on a life of their own. I called this ritual the daily dialogue because you are really conversing with someone much wiser and saner as you write : your authentic self. These will also be the beginning of my book - The Gratitude Journal

DaRkAnGeL's WoRdS oF WiSdOm :
"Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how... No one entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark."

Poem For My dear "hunter" friend

The woods were made for the hunters of dreams
The brooks for the fisher of song
To the hunters who hunt for the "gunless" game
The streams and the woods belong.

~ By DarkAngeL ~

NB : Needs explanation? Place your comments or your guess. I will explain in due course.

1 comment:

Winter Angel said...

Glad that U are back, after the long wait of almost more than a year ....

Love to read your blog ... really do give me some kind of positive vibes and inspiration.

Awaiting for your, "The Gratitude Journal"

Cheers!!
Love,
Winter Angel