"'Synchronicity is there when we're ready for it.' It's like the first rule my father taught us about surfing. You have to be moving to be moved. It's one part labor, one part grace."
Jeff Nunokawa
Baruch
ata adonai...writing today's blog has been an exercise in patience. It
has taken me hours. Because I haven't been writing, I'm rusty. I'm going
to begin writing everyday for five minutes first thing in the morning. I
used to do this and I want to begin again. I am grateful to myself for
coming back to this piece over and over until I finished. Amen - See
more at: http://morningprayerblog.blogspot.com/#sthash.ZgKQknq9.dpuf
At the end of my last blog, I committed to writing five minutes each morning to stretch my writing muscles. I pulled out three thin volumes by poets Mary Oliver, Wislawa Symborska and Billy Collins so they would be ready for me to open to a random page in the morning. Years ago I worked my way through Genesis and Exodus in this way. That night before going to bed I leafed through an old
New Yorker and read about Jeff Nunokawa, a Princeton professor, who does exactly the same thing I'm doing and
has done it for years on Facebook. It was hard for me to fall asleep. I
wanted to Google him and could hardly wait to begin writing. He too finds a writing prompt, writes on it for five minutes or more, and publishes it on Facebook.The next
morning I emailed him to say how amazing it is that I should have
had this particular magazine for so long and only last night read about him. I
concluded, "Synchronicity is there when we're ready for it." He wrote back, "'Synchronicity is there when we're ready for it.' It's like the
first rule my father taught us about surfing. You have to be moving to
be moved. It's one part labor, one part grace."
I Go Down to the Shore by Mary Oliver.
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable
what shall--
what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
If I am miserable, it doesn’t matter if the waves are moving in or moving out. It doesn’t matter if I say I should. It doesn’t matter. If I am miserable should I simply be miserable? Allow that to happen? What a waste of a day. Waves do what they do. And for me, writing. If I want to or not. If I feel inspired or miserable, or too busy. I’ve set myself just five minutes to play in the waves. I can consider it my work or I can consider it my chance to play unfettered by rules or purpose other than to write. My internal waves come and go, in and out, and I too have work to do. 3/4/14
I could edit this endlessly, but the thing about a five minute writing is that I don't. I love it because I learn something I wouldn't learn in the endless loops of rethinking and rewriting. At the end I have recommitted to the next day. I love it because it's imperfect and I get to leave it just that way.
Baruch ata adonai...writing gives me such joy when it is freely received by me and written down without my brain commenting on anything at all. I begin writing before it is awake enough to make kindly suggestions or do an eye roll. It's as if I'm in love all over again. Amen
Baruch
ata adonai...writing today's blog has been an exercise in patience. It
has taken me hours. Because I haven't been writing, I'm rusty. I'm going
to begin writing everyday for five minutes first thing in the morning. I
used to do this and I want to begin again. I am grateful to myself for
coming back to this piece over and over until I finished. Amen - See
more at: http://morningprayerblog.blogspot.com/#sthash.ZgKQknq9.dpuf
Baruch
ata adonai...writing today's blog has been an exercise in patience. It
has taken me hours. Because I haven't been writing, I'm rusty. I'm going
to begin writing everyday for five minutes first thing in the morning. I
used to do this and I want to begin again. I am grateful to myself for
coming back to this piece over and over until I finished. Amen - See
more at: http://morningprayerblog.blogspot.com/#sthash.ZgKQknq9.dpuf
