Sneek a peek into my PRIVATE journal

“Make your own recovery the first priority in your life.” (Robin Norwood).

That was the journal class free-writing (stream of consciousness – no thought to spelling punctuation or even if it makes sense) prompt this week.

Here’s what I wrote (but you must promise not to tell anyone because it’s my private journal):

Recover from what recover from life recover from love recover from being me recover from being covered by life what covers can smother what covers can warm what covers can hide what covers can protect so recovering from what I’m not sure it’s more about just living life and learning not recovering from anything that just about covers it.

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Don’t ask why I pasted that particular picture on the page – I just did.  It felt right.   But . . .  now . . . that I consciously think about my unconscious choice  . . .  perhaps that picture is about how it feels to struggle to recover when there is nothing truly to recover from . . .  not sure . . . what do you think?

P.S. Feel free to use the prompt for your own free-writing . . . it’s free.

 

Sneek-a-Peek into my PRIVATE Journal

Not feeling very inspired cuz Fibromyalgia has been competing for my attention  but here’s a sample of what I’ve journaled for the journaling class:

Fishy Fishy

Fishy Fishy 19th Century Nursery Rhyme, not by me

Fishy Fishy in a brook

Papa catch ’em with a hook

Mama fry ’em in a pan

Baby eat ’em like a man

(You can read MY version Fishy Fishy Walk on Land – here)

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Journal Prompt:  “You’re never too old to set another goal or dream another dream.” C.S. Lewis

Dolly at rest

Dolly at rest

I cut out Dolly (and some other images) days ago and stuck her in the journal book.  Unconsciously she wove her way into my journal free-writing during MaryAnn Easley’s journal class so I pasted her (Dolly, not MaryAnn) on the page.  I think she’s comfortable there even though I cut away the chair she was sitting in.

No BUTS about it . . . unless it’s my own

What scares me the most (currently) is that no longer having a day job I’ll start self-medicating on daytime T.V., sugar and carbs.  But I already self-medicate on sugar and carbs so adding TV into the Rx isn’t far-fetched. 

So today, I resolutely turn off the morning talk show and attend a journal writing class.  I know, I know, I hear you saying – “BUT JUDY! YOU’VE FACILITATED JOURNALING WORKSHOPS FOR DECADES”.  (Ok, you didn’t say it, I did)  

However, I CAN hear you saying: “BUT JUDY!  YOU’VE NEVER TAUGHT WRITING, YOU DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING .  BUT JUDY! YOU NEED OUTSIDE STRUCTURE.  BUT JUDY! GET OFF YOUR BUTT”.   You, my dear readers, are tough on me . . .

canstock4937248 It’s  a good-sized group of people about my own age – has to be roughly my own age because at 9:30 a.m. anyone younger is at work or jet skiing.  Lots of women and 2 men.  The teacher, Maryann Easley,  is a published author, colorful, personable, well prepared and articulate.  So far so good.  

The exercise for this first class – pick a saying and do a quick-write.  We are instructed to each take the piece of paper from the top as the box passes around.  I’m an unruly student and pick from the middle of the pile:

“Breathe

in the moment

now

and be

in the present 

more”

Eww, don’t like this one.  That’ll teach me for not following the rules.  I write: 

I’m always in the moment

impossible not to be

it’s my brain that gets confused

thinks it’s in the past

or wishes for the future.

Bad brain! Will you never learn?
but when you're dead
the present is all I'll know.

Breathe, breath, pneuma

". . .  Now she's really got something to be scared about . . . "

Bob the Blogfish sez:

“. . .  Now she’s really got something to be scared about . . . “