Writing is my workout.
It stretches and pulls my mind and heart in directions I wouldn’t willingly travel. It reveals garbage and replaces it with gold. The silly things that distract prefer to keep me numb and dumb, but when I sit still, quiet my mind and start moving over the keys, something shifts. Wisdom perches so fragile, content to join the party. I just need to be still….breathe…and listen. The busy will come, but for now, I chill and I wait for the good stuff. In this space, I surrender the fight. I needn’t work so hard, I needn’t let the busy distract.
I simply need to be still.
Not lazy, but still. Still within the work, still is the work, still in my heart when the worry creeps near, still when I don’t understand. I complicate it with busy, pointless distractions. I fight the good stuff like a toddler with overcooked broccoli. But here…when I’m tapping the keys, being still, the good stuff bubbles forth.
