I just wrote a really long post. A really personal story. And when I was almost finished telling it, I deleted it. I realized that what I needed was not to share the details of that story, but to journey through those details in order to arrive at an open space, an empty sky.
It was a verbal and emotional expulsion, preceding calm and lucidity. I had to give form to the clutter before I could sweep it away.
The windows are open. The air is moving. There is freshly cut grass outside and coffee downstairs.
The temperature is perfect.
I do that in emails that I wind up not sending. Totally a mental exercise, but a necessary one. I used to refer to it as "taking a mental dump"... which of course gets flushed after you're done. But you feel better afterwards anyway. *grinz*
Posted by: P-Tar | July 11, 2005 at 08:06 AM