Everyone has their ways of processing the world around them and within them. One of mine is writing. The practice of putting words together on a page puts my life together a little better. It sharpens my attention, and makes more clear the lens through which I see the world.
Last spring I stopped writing on a daily basis, except for the occasional burst of creative energy or the expression of moral outrage. The absence of this practice has been noticeable. At least to me.
Writing acts as both a thread and a tether. It weaves together the callings of my heart with the steps of my feet, and keeps me in close connection to who and what matter most. Without this practice in place things begin to unravel, and there is a growing sense of being unhitched to that which keeps me grounded.
If ever we were in need of a thread and a tether it is now. Now is not the time to be at loose ends with ourselves.
Which means, there is only one choice to be made. At least for me.
Start writing again. And so I am.
What are your ways of processing the world?
What acts as both your thread and your tether?
Whatever it is, if you have set it down, now might be the time to pick it back up.
