There wasn’t just one moment of peace. There were many. And thankfully, they weren’t mere moments, but luscious expanses of time. Each unique and meaningful in its own way.
-Writing. Whether here or elsewhere. It does not always come easy. Sometimes, it’s a struggle. Sometimes, the urge is so strong, I can’t stop myself. Sometimes, before I know it, it’s 4 o’clock in the morning and I still have more to get out. Eliminating what is in my head, lightens my load.
-Drawing. I haven’t drawn or painted for years. I used to love it. I used to be kind of good. I don’t know why I stopped. Or do I? But, I have started again. And it feels good and creative and amazing.
-Music. Contrary to popular belief (Shauna!), I have a wide taste in music. From classic rock to classical to alternative to pop to hip-hop. Sometimes it’s just the melody, but more often than not it’s the lyrics. Music speaks to my soul. It can blend nicely with my current mood or change my mood entirely. Mostly listening to the music library on my computer, stuffing the headphones into my ears and cranking my iPod or in my car. Music entices emotions. It makes me feel.
-True Peace. The one night I fell asleep easily and deeply. Exhausted, but blissfully happy. Feeling like I was where I was supposed to belong.
December 8th, 2009 at 10:57 am
I don’t draw much these days, but I have always liked to. It’s like a form of meditation. I’m suddenly looking for a blank piece of paper and a pencil. Thanks for the reminder about that kind of moment of peace.