Tag Archives: Self

Seeking Breadcrumbs

A trickle of stale bread to lead the way – to find one’s way home. There’s no more useless a trick than that of marking a path with edible, highly-popular crumbs of gluten-y goodness. Destined to be sabotaged by everything from birds and squirrels to mother nature herself, you’re competing against a raucous group of scavengers and downpours that’ll wipe out your markers as they fall.

Hansel and Gretal, you done fooled up.
Continue reading Seeking Breadcrumbs

When All Else Fails, Write.

Write when it makes sense. Write when it makes no sense.

Write when you’re dejected and the dam is thick with suffocated vowels. Write when you’ve succeeded; when the good news pours in and accomplishments are ripe. Write when writing is the least of your wants or concerns. Write when you think you’ve deserved to not write. Write when you think you don’t need to write.

Write as the rain falls, then freezes to hail and until that softens to snow and finally melts beneath a bare sky.

Write when you’re sad. When your tongue is weighted by words too bloody with meaning to speak. Write to give them credit, to spoil a wasted plot of silence and make everything real.

Write at dusk, at dawn, within earshot of waves, under a blazing sun, to the sounds of cities and rushing lives. Write when the world spins too fast. Write when it’s slowed to a stop.

Write to explain. Write to distort.

Write for them. Write for you.

Write passages, words, stories, novels, epics. Write to create. Write to breath life into something that’s other. Write to immortalize both fantasy and life.

Write to remember.

Write because it’s right.

Write to taste life twice.

Write because to become a writer is to make, to be astonished by nothing, to celebrate the weird, to pin, to mark, to build, to watch and to collect all life and its maybes with words.

Write to be a writer.

Thinking Writing – Banishing the Block

There are elements to writing that can be incredibly frustrating and sometimes flat-out annoying. There’s sleeping limbs and the consequent pins and needles, tingling toes. There’s shoulder tension, neck pain, cramped fingers, tired eyes, paper cuts, ink stains. There’s wandering minds and distracted days. But the absolute worst culprit is writer’s block.

It’s that singularly crippling affliction of the brain that sets out to devastate your page output and leave you the victim of your our doubt filled thoughts while your fingers hover over the keyboard, frozen in deadpan. Writer’s block is just horrible. Absolutely horrible.

So I’ve complied a little list of my tried and tested methods to banish this most pesky of writing alignments:

1. Favourite Author Acknowledgement.

Keep a book you love close at hand at all times. Carry it around with you when you go to write somewhere. Preferably Continue reading Thinking Writing – Banishing the Block


I’m forcing myself to attempt this meditation thing. I’ve decided to commit a solid month to this daily practice.

With only a few days in, let me give a contemplative, beginner’s outlook so we have something to compare,and HOPEFULLY, contrast with later. In my true noob fashion, I’m completely out of my element and uncomfortable. Flustered, I physically shake my head with my eyes still pressed closed as I give in to the defeat that is my own chattering mind. The incessant mumblings of my internal voice never stop! I sit in awe as the voice chastens myself/itself for demanding silence! It’s the most ironically annoying argument I’ve ever had – and it’s with myself. There must be some secret willpower that I have not been genetically blessed with or maybe I’m just too frazzled and stand as a prime example of ADD in our generation.

Long story short, I hate mediation. (Thus far…)

I hate sitting still when I can be doing so much more with my time. I hate how easily I succumb to fidgeting. Persistent itches are about 100x more demanding when you’re attempting to stay still! (I think that’s a fact. Just saying.) Oh, and aside from the frustrations of not being able to put a lid on my thoughts, I’m also calling B.S. on all of the mediating world when it comes to tension release. I get cramped up so easily, whether laying down or sitting on a pile of pillows, that I feel the need to seek chiropractic care to crush the kinks out of me.

All of that said… I’m still going to keep trying everyday. Contrary to my angry retorts, the discomfort, the cramps, the distraction and the frustration are all elements of the meditation practice that most people experience. Creating the strength and focus to sit through all of these hauntings is the greatest achievement of meditation.

I’ll squirm in my discomfort, I’ll mentally rage as I practice shutting-up, and I’ll stay with this. Each day I’ll put anywhere from 5 minutes to 40 minutes keeping myself quiet. Looking inwards and taking whatever my body has to throw at me. If this is what it takes to commit to being more focused and controlled when it comes to mind wandering, then I’ll see it through. I owe it to myself to try to be the strongest I can be; physically and mentally.

Cheers to a year of keeping track.