I am a writer, that is who and what I strongly feel I am. I write things, publish my writing in a variety of ways, and share my writing as well, to interested ‘audiences’. Those audiences may only be members of my writing group, most of the time, but sometimes it may be a larger audience than that.
I am currently having two new people, support workers, who visit me most weeks. One of them is involved with helping me to more safely get out and about in the community, working on my physical issues. The other helps me get out and about by actually taking me there, and having a fun time with me when we get there, wherever ‘there’ is.
Spiritual, ah, this is the one I do alone, at home. From my favourite sitting spot, and looking out of the window over to my left, I can see the trees, flowers, sky, and birds, all doing their things while I watch. Nature is the thing that speaks deeply to my ‘soul’ if that’s what it is, that warms my heart and soothes any troubled thoughts.
I’ve written about all of these things, but really, not enough about all that Nature means to me, I suspect. Nature is all of the good things that happen, and the reason I hold to, to move forward when the bad things happen. Nature builds up after it has destroyed, and it brings along new options, in the face of troubled times blocking the usual ways of doing …
Nature is my ‘god’, my big unknowable reason for everything. The dark sky at night, the seasons that come along, one after the other as they always have. Nature is … everything.
I can walk because Gravity holds me up, and I also crash to ground if I have a trip and fall. Nature has given me a chronic illness, that adds to these falls too, I suppose, but the many benefits I get from Nature makes it forgivable.
Thinking about these kinds of things helps me to organise my mind, and sort out what are the good things in life, mine and the loves of others. And further thought, especially looking into /stoic thought has enabled me to learn to let go of the things I can do nothing to change.
No point worrying if there’s nothing I can possibly do, I’m far better off delving more into the things I actually am able to do. So reading about such matters, when I find writers whose outlook on life meshes with mine makes for an effective way for words to help me become the best I can be, Physically, Mentally, Spiritually.
Thinking, writing, speaking, all need words, and being able to use those words is an awesome thing.
