Finding A Way

When I was in middle school, high school and college, I was a fervent writer of poetry.  In high school, my best friend and I would compile our poems into compilations "books" and exchange them with one another.  She, being an excellent artist, illustrated a lot of her pages.  Mine were can't-draw-anything-but-a-balloon bare.  Those were some of the best days of my life --- the two of us encouraging each other, sharing these words that we wouldn't let anyone else see.

As I said, I wrote all through college --- even making The National Poetry Review at one point.  But somewhere along the way, I just sort of stopped writing.

Last week, my therapist gave me a copy of The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron to leaf through.  I had had a copy when I was going through my SARK/self-help book extravaganza after Dale died, but, like almost all those titles, I gave/threw it away.

The book guides you through a 12-week "path" to opening, or re-opening, the creative part of you. At this very moment, I can't tell you why I'm doing this, or what I expect/hope will come out of it.  I can only tell you that it is marvelous running a pen across paper again for something other than writing checks or settling estate issues.  I don't know what kind of creative writing I'll do, or when, but, if it doesn't make me cringe on second or third reading, I promise to share it here.