When you take care of something, it lives a long time.
Katagiri Roshi in the Introduction of Wild Mind: Living The Writer’s Life by Natalie Goldberg.
I stopped writing six months ago. It is far easier than one might think. Certainly far easier than I would have thought after years of laying down words as if my life depended on no other process.
It was my intention to stop for a while, take a break, do other things, but I have found that it is extremely difficult to come back and start over again. What I have discovered is that I really miss the writing. I do not miss all the other activities that have attached themselves to this making of words, especially here on my blogs. The need to respond, to play nice, to be actively here so much of the time.
As I typed in those last words, I realized that I can’t explain my presence here today. I still don’t look forward to those other activities, can’t promise that I will partake in them, yet here I am, doing this thing again.
Writing is a huge part of who and what I am. When I read the above quote, this morning, I knew I had to begin again: begin taking care of what is important and satisfying to my person, no matter how I might feel about all the rest of it. No promises, no guarantees. This is, after all, only a beginning. We shall see where it leads, if it leads anywhere.