Today is April 2nd, 2015 and I am writing for creative and recovery purposes. I am suppose to write or type 3 pages a day to help me with writers block and unleash all kinds of creative works of art. And to explore deep--maybe even dark emotions. Why would a 28 year a woman living in the freest county in the world (America) have any dark feelings you ask? Well, you see I do not feel that free. I feel like I am in captivity in this assumed-free society. Even though I'm blessed that I get to write about feelings on the laptop my brother gave me while I listen to Radiohead and Alanis Morissette. I also am so grateful that this is creative writing I get to talk in “first person” and there need not be a source.
Any ways, back to what I wanted to say at the moment I thought about my dream last night that involved Tiffany and Erika-- old friends. They were just there and sometimes I wonder about how they are doing. I wonder if thinking about friends from the past is a waste of energy. There was also a speeding car in the dream. I was in the car and we sped to the location of where ever we were going. This was a dream from last night that I am recalling at 9am. The miracle in the world is dreaming and using my imagination is one of the things I love about being human. For example, I was reading a book called: “Meditation” by Easwazan, E. I found this little gem of a read at a thrift store in Jenner, CA. Seriously, the book may of found me. Whatever the case this book blows my mind and maybe even reads my mind. Because I have tried
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