“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” – Gustave Flaubert
I’ve always loved to write: poems, lists, letters, stories, journal entries, cards, etc. It frees me, it calms my mind, it is how I express my thoughts and my feelings. But, ultimately, it truly is the art of discovering what I believe. I have “aha” moments all the time when I write. Sometimes, when I’m writing a letter or writing in a card to someone, I get so lost in what I’m doing, my hand and mind take over and I don’t even realize what I’ve written. Upon reading my words back to myself, I am sometimes in awe of how well I articulated my true feelings and emotions and I am amazed how often I learn from myself. I write the best when I sit down and think to myself, “I don’t even know what to say or how to say it.” It’s those times that it just flows out of me, soul to pen, pen to paper.
I have a journal next to my bed titled “What are you here to teach me?” In this I write names of friends, acquaintances, family members, lovers and even strangers and then list what I’ve learned from them and our relationship and possibly what I continue to learn from them. I wrote in this last night. I was in a weird place in my head and I had gotten off track. Sitting down and doing this brought me back to my center, gave me perspective and helped me to discover what I believe, helped me to define some of my relationships and how I got to where I am. I felt so refreshed and so cleansed. My mind was at peace with my heart…and that’s a hard place to get to in a fast paced world!
So, I learned again, because I continually forget, that writing is my outlet. It’s the wings on which my soul flies to get to my beliefs and a place of true understanding and peace of mind. If I could thank writing, I would. I suppose the only way to give thanks to the act is to share it with others. So, thank you all for taking the time to read what I write and I hope you can sometimes discover some of your beliefs through my enlightenment process.