These morning pages… I am not writing my play so what’s the point… the point is to heal , right ? the point is to keep the fingers moving and keeping the heart believing . the point is to keep the mind active. There is no point. This is the point. Wondering what [...]
Archive for August, 2006
These morning pages
Posted in acting, daily thoughts, life, purpose, thoughts and feelings, work on August 29, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Freed Ohm
Posted in consciousness, daily thoughts, freedom, life, meditation, possibility, thoughts and feelings, writing on August 28, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
We were in Maine so I was doing the morning pages on my notebook . Also I’ve started writing a haiku everyday at the end of my pages and it gave me an idea about a collage project with my photos and haikus… we’ll see what happens with it… but I like the idea… also [...]
Feelings
Posted in abuse, daily thoughts, life, survivors, thoughts and feelings, writing on August 16, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Morning eggs on. I like that sentence. Morning just began but it eggs on. I was realizing yesterday how much I stopped enjoying writing since mom died. I don’t even want to do this. It all feels like blah blah to me right now. A waste of time. And that’s what I need [...]
Hidden from myself…
Posted in blind spots, daily thoughts, thoughts and feelings, writing on August 10, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
It has been a challenging couple of days. J and I are having a lot of long conversations and he has been struggling with open communication with me. I have been trying to look at where I can take responsibility and it’s nice. I also see my tendency to want to put blame [...]
The great moment.
Posted in daily thoughts, freedom, life, peace, thoughts and feelings, transformation on August 8, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Why do I feel like time is running out ? I dreamt so much last night. I know I was creating possibilities in my sleep. And there was some peace. Some vague feeling of peace. The peace that I say I want so much. Yesterday was a hard day for Troke and I [...]