Oof – it’s been a while, but what a joy to talk last evening to Swindon’s Mum’s the Word writing group, and lead them through a handful of journaling exercises.
I’ve been quiet on this blog, but I haven’t stopped journaling. In fact it’s been quite a life line for me in a turbulent and challenging few years.
I’ve learned without a shadow of doubt how journaling anchors me in what’s true for me. But I’ve also learned that sometimes, the truth doesn’t fully penetrate my consciousness straight away, even having written it down.
This is intriguing. Writing is much, but it still isn’t quite enough. There still needs to be an inner surrender; an act of opening to intuition, to physical intelligence, the still small voice of conscience.
As I read and reflect over pages written I see how on the verge of opening I have been for a while, yet also how I have innocently-ignorantly held back from making that final surrender. I did not know I was holding back. I did not know there was surrender to be made.
And what even is surrender? Some of the women I was speaking with last night reflected back my puzzlement. It is almost too subtle to detect but I define it as the shift between writing from ego, habit, or, in my case, obstinacy versus writing honestly and authentically.
For example I can honestly express my anger in my journal. This would be authentic. A surrendered act. Or I can angrily justify myself with no surrender.
It definitely takes attention and practice to tune in to truth. And I realise over the years that my truth is not necessarily what I justify and defend. That’s all rather noisy. Instead it’s a quieter, constant nudge. I can acknowledge it or ignore it. It is indifferent. But it never goes away.
The Mum’s the Word group last night was a lovely supportive environment to pay attention to the nudge that is constantly beckoning for surrender. I was reminded of the deliciousness of writing in circle and sharing reflections. I look forward to more!
Happy journaling (and surrendering) one and all!