Reading, Writing And A Rhythm To It
Pressing the small button on top of my alarm clock illuminates the numbers 3:13 a.m.. Another night awakened with thoughts streaming through my head, instead of sugar plums dancing. I may as well grab a pen and pad to jot the thoughts freshly upon the page,
before they evaporate, never to reformulate into their current pattern again.
I am a confessed book-aholic. My ‘Twelve Steps’ to sanity that fashion the balance of
who I am and who I will continue to become. Some books, I step into, have weightier
portions of my soul, but each participates in a delicate mixture to carefully guide me
through each twenty four hour mark on the calendar.
Reading supplies an endless array of thoughts floating along, for every appetite.
Compositions created through melody, music or spoken and written words.
Whose chorus of voices are you listening to?
Whose do you hum along with?
Are some of them too discordant and you need to turn them off?
Sorting through book shelves last fall, to pack up all the important ones, was
quite a task. Humor, history, reference, art, architecture, faith, politics, economics,
biographies, gourmet. So many had pages earmarked, paragraphs highlighted, personal
notations in the margins, edited corrections of authors I’ll never meet. LOL
Ahhh…and languages. Not my gift.
How do some people speak multiple languages, while I struggle formulating a blend of words, only in English, to convey my heart?
And laughter…What an amazing medicine. Sitting in a doctor’s reception area in
1979, while everyone else is maintaining their quiet whispers (library style), tears are
clouding my eyes from laughing. And all my attempts to contain my giggling and be mild
mannered were absolutely pointless, because “Garp bit Bonkie!”
I know, ya gotta be there in the moment. I know I say funny things at times and I love to laugh. Thank God, somebody can write humorously, because tears of joy are a lot more fun.
If you’re a reader, a writer…keep going. Reading to enrich your life. Writing to share
in your own development and possibly share it to encourage and reach others.
There were forty-something people in a writing course I enrolled in years ago. Each one
had come with their own expectations, of the course and of themselves. What chorus of thoughts, voices and decisions were they freely selecting each day to create the
‘rhythm-to-it’ in their lives?
Will it make a difference for people, and for themselves? Can’t just be noise.
But that is what’s in our heads sometimes and one of the most amazing ways to sort through it and straighten it out is to write…read…journal and pray.
The truth is always there waiting to be found.
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