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New Roads

"Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of God"

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sometimes wake up and immediately write about another strange dream I had. I have a spiral notebook tucked into a magazine rack next to the couch for just such an occasion. 

I often wake up in the early hours of the morning. Instead of trying to fall back to sleep, I sit lotus style with a comforter wrapped around me. I breath in and out and invite the spirit to move me. I only invite those who God has appointed to me to be present. Good spirits are welcome.  I wait for words. It usually doesn't take long. Often the content comes from another place. I call this the Emerson effect.  I just listen and to write when the spirit speaks to me. In that moment, I am not the author, just the holder of the pen.  There is slso the funny side of life. And this can pop out nowhere. There is plenty of room on the page for that as well. 

The kettle is whistling. I will be back. 

Today the toc (tea of choice) is black current with a drizzle of honey and a squirt of lemon juice. Why I felt the need to tell you this? Maybe just to give you a sort of play by play of my morning writing process. 

I find listening to music helps me write. I heard that Stephen King writes while listening to metal. That make sense. Fits the genre'. My writing is a little softer. I am listening to Vivaldi four seasons. Fittingly: Winter. There are a few things I do when I feel down in the funk and funk is not the music I need when I feel this way. Classical is my go-to when I'm not feeling motivated or creative. However, this doesn't work well for housework. I clean up with classic rock. 

A sip. Not my fav but tolerable. 

I am missing my morning walks. The holiday season has my walking track at the arena (my winter and bad weather destination) either closed or too busy to use. My body and mind need the exercise. Stagnation leads to depression and I find I too easily slip down that slope. It's not that I am depressed, maybe just bored. Why do I feel the need to share this you? Maybe, we are alike and just need a little pat on the back or in my case a kick in the ass. Hey! If I can't share my truth, what else can I share. I do know one thing though. When I engage and share what I'm feeling, I feel better, inspired and motivated. I think this year I will post about dreams, random inspired thoughts and comedic brain farts. The passenger door is open. What do you say we go for another drive. 

Here's to a new year and here's to new roads. 

Denny D

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