Monthly Archives: November 2019

The monster and I

I should be perfect

Life should be perfect

There is a right and a wrong

No shades of grey…

And yet, there is a quiet perfection in everything.

The unfolding of life has a divine purpose behind it

Even I, who have worried and tried for so long, am perfect in my imperfections.

I am not unworthy

My unworthiness is an entity separate to me…

Like a monster that rises from the deep

But I need not fear the monster, for it only needs love and understanding.

And all at once, the monster and I become one.

Let go and write from a place of flow

I’m not too sure why I keep finding myself writing about writing, but if writing about writing is what wants to be written, then who am I to not write it?

OK, I probably lost the interest of a few people with that opening sentence! But the point I’d like to make in this blog post, which is forming before my eyes, right now, in this very moment… is that it’s so liberating to write without knowing where it will take you, or necessarily understanding how it will all come together, until – hey presto! It comes together without you having even seen it coming.

Quite a few years ago now, a writer I follow on Twitter (sorry, no idea who it was after all this time) explained that the most important thing is to sit down every day and just write. I remember thinking it was a really good idea, but knew somewhere in the back of my mind that it was unlikely to happen. I needed a plan! I’m an organiser, aren’t I? I need targets and goals and bullet points to tick off. Well, as it turns out, I think I’m more a free spirit in most aspects of life than I ever realised, and writing is no exception. If I think too long and hard about what to write, and how to write it, I dry up altogether and fail to even open my laptop. Or I’ll begin writing a post, but inspiration dries up before its had a chance to blossom and develop into anything worthwhile.

I suppose the beauty of writing free form is that it’s less of a task and more of a meditation. Writing is like life in some ways – forever unfolding in a series of ‘now’ moments. As human beings, we are experiencing a physical reality whilst being (and hopefully feeling) connected with the world around us. Life is breathing us, and we are very much a part of this life we see unfolding before our eyes. It’s a collaborative process between us and the bigger picture of the universe. Well, that’s what I believe anyway. I probably lost a few readers by the wayside there as well…!

Writing is the same. Where does the inspiration to write come from? How are our ideas and sentences forming, and what is that strange and sometimes illusive thing we call creative flow? I often find myself writing words I don’t feel fully belong to me, but for whatever reason have chosen me as their outlet. Perhaps this is why I find it hard to write with any kind of plan in mind. It’s impossible for the universe to collaborate with me if I’ve already begun trying to control the writing process, before even opening up a blank blog post.

If you’re interested in this idea of creative flow, and of inspiration choosing us as an outlet for its ideas, I highly recommend you read ‘Big Magic’ by Elizabeth Gilbert. It’s a must read for anyone who wants to live life more creatively and less stifled by fear. I’m aware I’ve mentioned this book a couple of times before, so I’d like to take the opportunity to reassure you that I’m not on commission! It’s just a really good book.

The most important thing here is that we all find what it is that gets us writing. For me, it’s a free spirit and a mind open to the possibility of writing about whatever it is that seems to want to be written. If you’re very attached to your bullet points and they work well for you, then why abandon your system? It isĀ your system after all.

My organised, worried self is telling me that this blog post is too short. But my inspiration has dried up, so I’m not going to bore you by padding it out… It is what it is people!

Much love to you all, my fellow human beings.

Kath Xxx

Write for light

Write your way through the darkness, until a light begins to appear at the end, and you can feel that rush of returning home to yourself.

Write for your life, through the darkest moments, knowing that your words are read and received, and that it is always safe to acknowledge yourself and what you are feeling.

Write from a place of connection, or if you feel disconnected, write until the glimmer of connection begins to shine through.

Write until you are exhausted, or jot down a few choice words. Either way, you are a writer my dear.

Paint your nails and put your hoop earrings in, if it helps you to feel like the boss that you are, and to get the words you long to write down on paper.

Write in your pjs with greasy hair and a belly so full of tea you just know you’re going to need to make 100 more trips to the loo before the day is done.

Whatever it is that gets you in front of your computer or notepad, just do it.

Express yourself, and write your truth at every turn.

Don’t wait for anyone else’s invitation to begin writing your story, or sharing your ideas. Life is an open invitation to self expression, and the more of us who dare to show up and write from a place of authenticity, the better. The more we step into our own truth, the easier we make it for others to do the same.

Hey you – yes you, reading this!!! What is it that you long to write? Regardless of what you think your ‘audience’ may want to hear, or may bring the most hits to your blog. What issues are burning inside of you, just waiting for you to give them some air?

I don’t know why I’m writing this. I didn’t even realise I was going to write a blog post until I opened up my laptop and found myself tapping away. Maybe it’s a load of sh*t, or maybe it contains a nugget of wisdom that someone reading this will benefit from, in some small way.

Point is, I turned up, I wrote what seemed to want to be written, and I’d rather do that than wait for the perfect idea for a blog post to emerge. I’m not a creative genius (or at least I don’t think I am!). I’m just a woman who seems to want to write, and is fortunate that occasionally what I’ve written means something to someone else.

Who’s permission are we waiting for, anyway, when we’re pondering our worth as a writer? What human being was born into this world with credentials so great, and a talent for writing so enormous, that they can determine whether or not we are allowed to enter the fold and take to the keyboard? I’ll tell you who – no one!

So write! Write for freedom, write for joy, or write to get something off your chest. You are a part of this world, and this world needs you to show up as your true self. Writing is one way that you can do this.

Peace!

Kath Xxx