My Words after Day 1 of Mindful Writing Challenge

While attending the “Escape the Plot Forest” Summit by Daniel David Wallace Nadia Colburn had a session meditation and what it could do for your writing. I signed up for her five day meditation practice which was probably the entire point and below is what I wrote for day one of it.

I am just putting it on here because why not. It doesn’t follow a contention or structure because it doesn’t need to because it was just about getting the words out, not about what it may or not be.

This is a moment after the calm is disrupted where tomorrow is in doubt,

The maybe is still out there but never arrives because we can only be in the now

The doorway beyond is unknown, but it is not unseen

The branches of that path are infinite.

its impact will be felt not only by us but by those yet to be

Is the future full of hope, where we can see better days

Or is it within the shadow, where sorrow is the song that is sung

Do we know what will happen? No, because we are only at this moment.

The stream of time is a river, and it goes on endlessly

we are in the only moment that matter, the now

we can colour the future, change our path, we can look back to what we were to inform what will

but the past is gone, and what is to come may never be

That’s ok because I exist in the now, in the wish that if I am good to others

less hateful, more hopeful, if I smile and am kind and am less hard on myself

maybe I can make tomorrow better than the now of today

I can do this by putting in light instead of steeping myself in the dark.

That is what I will work for, not for the grand fabric of tomorrow

But of my tomorrow and those I care for

I will take a moment and wish for the possibility of the next

That because I put good in it, there is a better shot that I can make tomorrow smile and more.

It isn’t meant to be anything. This is a reflection of this specific moment in time of the news and the pressure in what’s at stake in the next American Presidential election. Will America tilt again towards democracy or will it fall into facism. This is the worry and where this word salad comes from.