I haven’t been able to journal like I used to. Not just quantity, but the words won’t come out in the old way. Last night I was laying on my stomach in bed with my notebook in front of me, and none of the old ways I used to put words together felt right anymore. Instead, I just let whatever felt like it WANTED to come, get written down. I ended up writing some interesting poetry like works, reminiscent in feel to Walt Whitman or Byron – even with the old-tyme words on occasion! As I was writing, I felt like it was a way for me to express more ‘expansiveness’ than with the way I was taught to use words. Of course, as an ex-techical-writer, I got trained to use words very literally and practically – LOL. So this has been a fun tangent from that.

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