Begin right now, in this moment
September 30, 2011
Wilde Roast Cafe
St. Anthony Main
heart-breakingly gorgeous fall day
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you are only waiting for this moment to arrive…” playing above.
how very serendipitous
How do we begin to write, heads stuffed with thoughts, ideas, ruminations, fears, aspirations, annoyances, and old conversations with ourselves?
We begin, right now, with this very moment.
I am sitting here at Wilde Roast Cafe, eyes darting to the clock in the upper-right corner of my computer, got to pick Lucy up from preschool in exactly 36 minutes, and since I don’t want the stink-eye from Ms. Ann and Ms. Pat, I don’t want to show up late. I have had too much coffee because I want to be warm–I am already awake. Went to yoga this morning, and couldn’t get out of my head until I almost fell asleep in savasana. So tired this morning because I’ve been thinking too much lately. Tires me out to think so much. I want to take Henry Miller’s advice:
“Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.”
But sometimes it’s not as easy as it should be and I don’t know why. It just is.
Early this morning, as the sun rose into the windows of the yoga studio, our instructor said, “Don’t worry about the future–the future will worry about itself,” and she might as well have given me a key, a tiny little key out of the shackles of my thinking mind. A tiny key of freedom from incessant thought.
That is why I write. I free myself from thoughts that run tired circles around my mind. I lay it down to let it go.
So you want to begin to write?
Sit down, put your pen to the blank page, and give yourself ten minutes. Don’t worry about the writing–it will take you where you need to go.
Just begin, right now, with this moment.