Unearthed

Emerson

When the world appears all dark at times, it’s hard to see the light. So I sit and I write and I scratch and I dig until some small treasure is unearthed.

My journal, the pan used to sift through emotions, through thoughts, dreams and nightmares. My stream of consciousness slides through the gaps and onto the page for future reflection, inspiration, enlightenment, and hope.

Each morning I sit on my lounge, easing into my journal. What is it I’ll write about today? When nothing comes I tune in to sounds:

Kookaburras laughing.

Lorikeets screeching.

Cows bellowing.

Vacs blowing.

A car. A laugh. A bark. A hammer.

The sounds carry my hand and my pen across the page. Fast and furious, or long and languid. Or something, somewhere in between. Somewhere where the writing flows like the creek winding down the mountain, carrying messages that need to be told.

Some days the flow dries up: I don’t know what to write. I’m bored. What now?

Some days the flow creates a dam-burst. Words fly faster than pen strokes. Slips of the pen bring spelling mistakes and Freudian revelations.

Then the fast flowing words wash up something that sparkles. Could this be the treasure I seek?

“Saying ‘yes’ to opportunities is a good lesson to embrace. ‘Yes’ opens up many doors that lead you down unexpected paths. Sometimes they’ll be dark paths; sometimes they’ll be light. Either way they’re part of the adventure of life.

And perhaps that’s the way I need to think about that uncomfortable, unknown future. Without it there’s no real adventure. The adventure embraces the unknown. It has a destination it’s reaching for, but the space between Point A and Point B is the unknown, and it’s where the adventure actually happens.

So life is an adventure. Keep taking steps forward. Know that unexpected events are going to happen. Know that forks in the road are going to appear and choices are going to need to be made. And each choice is the right choice because it takes you one step further down the road. It’s when we finally stop that the adventure ends.

It’s fine to take a break and recharge, but when the energy’s back, it’s time to take another step and see what crops up. See who joins you on your journey, and who departs the path. It’s a much nicer way to think about life. Yes, it’s still scary, but that makes all the good bits that much more enjoyable.

Life is an adventure. Get out and have one!”

When the world appears all dark at times, it’s hard to see the light. So I sit and I write and I scratch and I dig until some small treasure is unearthed.

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This story first appeared on ABC Open.

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Full Moon Rising (almost)

Rise up!

Rise up!

I went for a run tonight; my post-work head clearing (and calorie burning) ritual. The almost-full moon was rising over the ocean, its beams flickering over the waves. A hypnotic invitation to just let go. It’s fascinating how quickly the thoughts and stresses of the day evaporate as you step (or run) into the flow. That feeling where there is no time, no mind chatter, no distractions. It’s just you in the moment. Free.

Within those moments of freedom the occasional bright spark of an idea might flicker. When it does you’d better run home quick to write it down. Repeat that idea like a mantra with each footfall. Over and over and over and oh look, a possum!

Tonight I flew through the door and scribbled my idea down with a flourish before it disappeared. It’s now patiently waiting to be examined in the crisp coolness of the dawn.

What steps do you take to get into the flow? And how do you avoid distractive possums on your evening run?