Something Deeper...

... is listening. A Writing for Resilience pebble.

What helps me get into the process of writing and tapping into my self is the thought that something, not someone, is listening.

Something old, something rooted, something benevolent but also slightly disinterested, in a kind way. Something deeper. Something that has a wild connection to stardust, night, and the source of life.

I, of course, have no idea what I'm talking about here, it's just this huge and unknowable entity that I imagine is listening in as I write my hopelessly inadequate words into my journal, in an ever more illegible handwriting.

This way of writing the self feels like a gesture of return.

Writing, I return from a delve into a kind of mindless day-to-day managing the world and micromanaging others, and learning and responding and initiating, taking in and resisting the ever present medial baits I allow digital access to my being.

Something deeper is listening…

I so forget that, sometimes for days, even weeks, it seems …

Writing for Resilience is returning to being listened to by something deeper that has not forgotten me.