Every Sunday morning, I come downstairs, grab a hot coffee, get comfortable on the couch, and write these posts on my daughter’s notebook computer. I do this alone. This is MY time. It is the time that I have set aside in my life to be quiet; to get in touch with myself. It is the time when I plumb my soul for the story that is stirring within; for the feelings that need to be expressed; for insights to bubble to the surface. Over the last 20 months in which I have been blogging, this has become a ritual; it has become time that I look forward to; it has become a NEED that cannot go unmet!
Last weekend, I went up north to visit my cousin at her cottage. It was a lovely weekend. The trees were in full fall colour, the sky was ablaze with stars, the lake was wonderfully peaceful, and we caught up with my cousin and her partner, who we really enjoy. It was fun and relaxing BUT I missed my blogging time Sunday morning. Ever since then, I have been feeling a little off; a little irritable; a little discombobulated.
For the last three nights, I have tried to find time on the notebook computer, but my daughter has been using it. I tried writing at my desktop, but that no longer works for me. I can’t get into the right space, the right frame of mind at my desktop; that is the computer that I use for work; that is where I do my thinking; that is where I do my banking. It is NOT the place where I sink into myself. It is not the place where I drop down into my feelings.
Tonight, at last, I have gained time on the notebook computer; time alone; time away from family and work. I have had my quiet time; my write without thinking time; my write from the heart time. And now, I feel calmer; more centred; more calm. For me, writing is the fix; it is therapy; it is meditation. For me, writing is the road to my heart; the path to my soul.
How do you feel about your writing time??