This is a good question, and one you should be asking yourself. But not today.
At The Write Practice, one day a week, we rest from the tyranny of the future. For one day, we focus on the past and on the present. Some call this Sabbath or Shabbat. We just call it rest.
Today, be grateful for 2011.
Today, do not resolve. Instead allow.
Today, do not plan. Experience.
Dreaming can be the heaviest of all burdens. You love to dream—you are a writer after all—but sometimes you have to lay down your dreams and your dreaming to live.
What will you write this year if you do not allow yourself to live? Can it be any good and can it offer any truth if you have not experienced goodness and truth for yourself?
Today is the beginning of a new year. What if instead of making a resolution to write more than you ever have, you instead allowed yourself to believe, as Rabbi Heschel might say, that the world has already been written. The world has your pen, and the fingers that hold it, but “your soul belongs to Someone Else.”
What if today, you allowed your soul to be written anew?
Great point! As Zorba said, “Life is trouble!” Writing can be all too safe. Serendipitously, I just posted a blog about Henry Miller’s 1939 year away from writing. He wanted to be sure he hadn’t forgotten how to live, so he went to Greece. After reading the memoir called “Colossus of Maroussi”, I had to follow in his footsteps. Greece has become one of my favourite places. More particularly, his visit to a healing centre was the episode that convinced me to buy a ticket. I describe this in my post: “Writing Lessons from the Healing Temple”. It’s a little esoteric, but it might amuse some readers. Cheers.
Thanks, PJ. Greece would be an excellent place to “allow your soul to be written anew.” Sounds wonderful. I enjoyed your blog. Looking forward to your eBook. When is it coming out?
Good to meet you, Joe. My eBook is coming out before the end of January. I’ll keep you posted.
You, too, PJ. Please do!
Great point! As Zorba said, “Life is trouble!” Writing can be all too safe. Serendipitously, I just posted a blog about Henry Miller’s 1939 year away from writing. He wanted to be sure he hadn’t forgotten how to live, so he went to Greece. After reading the memoir called “Colossus of Maroussi”, I had to follow in his footsteps. Greece has become one of my favourite places. More particularly, his visit to a healing centre was the episode that convinced me to buy a ticket. I describe this in my post: “Writing Lessons from the Healing Temple”. It’s a little esoteric, but it might amuse some readers. Cheers.