It’s been my experience that whatever I’m working on, including this blog, the universe is supplying continual content. When I’m in that flow with my writing and I come up against a choice…that Robert Frost dilemma of “two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both…” I can either figuratively pound my head trying to choose one over the other OR walk away and let the answer drift to me over the course of the day…or week or as long as it takes. That’s being in the flow even when you’re away from your writing desk or artist easel. Sometimes, a whole other choice presents itself.
Example. When I’m crafting a creative writing workshop and I feel at at a loss about how to proceed, I go out in the world. I might go to Barnes and Noble. Sometimes, a line leaps out at me from a book cover or as I randomly flip through the pages. Or, I might be sipping tea in a cafe and overhear something spoken that is precisely what I need to hear to move my work forward. Often, the next step inwardly presents itself to me as I walk beside the lake. Ah, the surprising synchronicity of it all!
The other day, standing in line at the local health food store, a bedraggled young woman stood opposite me in another line. I had passed her, her partner and child earlier in the summer-crowded store. Their odor was ripe. Later on, seeing her in the line across the way, she dropped the left flap of her dress exposing a flat tanned breast. Her child, its arms and legs wrapped around her like-a-monkey-it’s-mother, latched onto the nipple and began to nurse. The child was skinny, around two years old, hair matted, dirty and sad-faced, seemingly timid. The mother’s eyes had a vacant quality and it seemed likely that her breast was milkless, only for the child’s comfort in a strange place.
I chose to include an unpolished rendition of this experience in today’s blog because when we witness something notable, we might not find a use for it in what we’re currently writing. However, I suggest writing it down while it’s fresh in your mind. Then file it. You might find this recorded & filed memory useful at some future date.
We live in an abundant universe which continuously supplies prompts and content. How open are we to receiving them?
What bit of inspiration crossed your path over this past day or week? Was there something heard, smelled or seen (or tasted or touched) that could be used in what you are working on today? Regardless of whether or not it is useful to what you are currently writing, do write it down in descriptive detail.
Writing down an experience is not a wasted effort–it’s practice.