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“When suddenly you seem to lose all you thought you had gained, do not despair. Your healing is not a straight line. You must expect setbacks and regressions. Don’t say to yourself, “All is lost. I have to start all over again.” This is not true. What you have gained, you have gained.” Henri Nouwen, The Inner Voice of Love

Henri Nouwen, Catholic priest, teacher, writer, spiritual leader, wrote this to himself in his journal during a period of deep depression. Years later he published this journal, which was originally intended to be private, and it has been a source of encouragement for many, both as an affirmation that periods of darkness and despair are a normal part of the spiritual life, and as an example of a tool for walking through those times.

Journaling, as Henri Nouwen practiced during his dark night experience, is a powerful tool during any season of our lives. Writing about our personal lives can help us:

  • Slow down racing thoughts
  • Gain perspective on problems
  • Notice and address feelings and issues that have been quietly bothering us
  • Make use of our intuition
  • Develop greater compassion for ourselves and others
  • Remember and act on what is truly important to us

There are many styles of journaling, and each can suit different personalities or different seasons of our lives. I’d like to share a few and open this up for others to share types of journaling that have been meaningful to them.

Start with questions. Every day, write the answers to three questions: “What do I feel? What do I need? What do I want?” I learned this approach from Renee Trudeau’s book The Mother’s Guide to Self-Renewal. I journaled using these questions while recovering from depression, and it helped me stay in touch with what would help me move forward.

Set a goal for how much to write. I have been using this approach for about three months thanks to Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. She recommends filling three pages with stream of consciousness writing every morning. What I like about this is that it keeps me from quitting when I get bored or distracted or stuck. Sometimes I get the best insights when I think I’ve written all I can, and then I keep pushing through to fill another page.

Write letters to yourself. This is the approach Henri Nouwen took in The Inner Voice of Love. Sometimes we tap into more wisdom and compassion for ourselves when we pretend we are writing to someone else.  

Write an imagined conversation. This can be a helpful journaling tool when facing conflict, struggling toward forgiveness, trying to sort out boundaries, resolving feelings toward someone who can’t interact with you, or preparing for a difficult conversation. You write both sides of the conversation, trying to make their words as authentic as possible. You may gain greater insight into your own feelings and grow in empathy for the other person as you take their perspective. 

Use images instead of words. Keep an art journal, using sketches, colors, photos, clipped magazine pictures, and anything else you find or create. I totally wish I could do this, but I haven’t made that much progress on my artistic journey.

What’s in your journaling toolbox? Please share your ideas in the comments.

 

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Invisibility

I panicked after I published my first post on this blog. I thought I would feel exhilirated. Not so.

I have a love/hate relationship with invisibility. I love being invisible on skype and facebook, for example. It freaks me out when people can see whether I am online or not.

One of my coolest experiences in Bahrain was about invisibility. A friend had invited me and two other Americans to go downtown with her to see the Ashoora observances. (Ashoora is a commemoration of the martyrdom of Imam Hussein, the grandson of the prophet Mohammed.)  It is a deeply emotional and religious time for the Shi’a, and though observers are welcome, it is very important for outsiders to be respectful in appearance and behavior. So, we three American girls dressed up in our black abaayas and scarves. Zahra looked at A. and said, “You look like you could be Bahraini!” She looked at L, saying, “You could be Persian.” She turned to me and hesitated. “No, you don’t look anything but American.”  Rats.  I hate standing out.

We headed out on foot into the alleys of downtown Manama. The streets were full of Bahrainis, both men and women, dressed in black to mourn for Imam Hussain. After a little while, I flipped the end of my scarf up to cover my face (my hair was already covered). It was like slipping on Bilbo Baggins’ magic ring. I was suddenly invisible. It was amazing. I went from feeling that all eyes were on me to feeling like I was slipping through the crowds unnoticed and unseen, with no one having any reason to be bothered that I was there. It was an incredibly liberating feeling.

So I hate standing out, and I love observing without being observed. On the other hand, at times I feel a deep emptiness when I feel that my soul is not being seen. My loneliest times are when I feel that my heart is invisible. It turns out that who we all really are is part of the unseen realm, and one actually has to make an effort to make one’s insides visible.

This is where this blog comes into play. I want to allow myself to be seen, and writing is part of chosen visibility for me. I didn’t expect to get quite so frightened when I actually took the first step in putting my words out in the open, but I did feel pretty panicked. I mean, sometimes I consider invisibility to be my super power…but despite the panic, I’ve decided to give up the super power and live a mortal life.

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Writing about…

I’m going to pretend that this is not my first blog post so that I don’t have to do the introduction thing. I just want to get past this first entry and jump into the real thing anyway.

I have a few topics that I really want to write about on this blog. First, after years of tentatively dipping my toes into the water of writing, I think I am ready to dive in…or at least wade in up to my ankles. As I start to write, though, I am finding that what I am wading into is murkier than I expected, so I would really like to keep a journal of the process.

Second, we are approaching some very big life changes. I want to write about what lay before, what lies ahead, and all the fog in between.

Third, and this is a shorter term hope…I’m about to participate in a read-along of Brene Brown’s book I Thought It Was Just Me. Depending on how personal my responses are, I’d like to blog about my journey through the book.

Probably you want me to explain why I chose the blog title Greener Grass. Get used to disappointment. Just pretend it’s something really poetic and deep.

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