Writing is my job.
I’m the editor of a street magazine, which means I write lots of interesting stories about Tasmania – and edit many others. I’m communications specialist for a not-for-profit organisation, which means I write topic-specific content for blog and social media. I also freelance for a handful of clients, which means I write to convey brand messages and other such stuff.
And then there’s all the other writing that one does. Writing shopping lists. Writing text messages. Writing Christmas cards (recently). Writing a note to say I’ve “gone for a walk … back by 7am” (rarely).
I get sick of writing sometimes. It feels sacrilegious to say so. But I do. Same with social media. I just get sick of saying things all the time. And being watched and critiqued. I’m an introvert, you see. Sometimes it just plain wearies me to write.
And yet, I love it so.
Times like this, I recognise the need to throw wide the windows and let a new breeze blow in. How? By writing without agenda. To stream-of-consciousness scribble and ramble, to pull out the neglected journal, to write what comes without worrying about syntax and originality.
This is what happened when I did this recently. In a plane. Looking at clouds. Having just taught students about haiku. And because cloud formations always enthral me.
clouds boil like porridge
stuck to the roof of the sky
morsels of cloud in blue sauce
done in three minutes.
face, dragon, fish, car,
dances of cumulous with
dab, swish, splatter, wash –
strokes on this canvas reveal
the Painter still paints.
handwoven wool shawl
wrapped ’round broad holy shoulders
we finger the fringe.
Looking forward to some more moments this summer holiday when I can ‘just write’. Kinda like letting the inner kid of my creativity free to play. Play is super important to our development – not just for kiddlywinks! I mean, think what exploration and discovery and adventure and fun is experienced when we allow time for play. And think what it does for our stress levels too.
If you’re a creative sort (and even if you’re not!), perhaps there’s something that you could play at doing, without an agenda. It’s incredibly refreshing for the soul, which isn’t the least bit surprising when you consider Who breathed us into being!