junecleavage

When I was in my early twenties I had this book called "The Artist's Way" which, for the most part, was aimed more at the non-artist who was trying to find their form of expression. I didn't really care much for it's feel good optimism, because; well, optimism annoys me. But it did have one tool that I utilized quite a bit. It was called "Morning Pages" and the practice was to write something down the moment you awoke and not to look at it upon its completion. The premise was that you needed to clear your mind of all the straggling and noisy clutter in order to approach the day without distractions. Now, I am just distracted by nature. It is why meditation and yoga don't work for me. At some point, usually within the first five minutes, I get restless and my mind refuses to cooperate because I have far too many things crashing into one another up there. Quiet, peaceful resolve is simply not part of that plan. However, waking in the early morning hours of Colorado, with that sky and that immense backdrop of endless magical mountaintops sort of forces introspective and quiet resolve. And I find it here, in those minutes, that my mind is free of clutter and allowed to sort of mingle with the moment. Then the silence is shattered by the sound of my kids yelling my name. And it is lost by the time I hit the stairs. But the point is, that it is there. I recognize it. And I can capture it if I tune in long enough.