Prompt – Day 30 – A journaling manifesto, prompt by Suleika Jaouad
I reach for the page like I am addressing an oracle. The oracle is my own hand, tracing letter shapes in a way that demands slowness, patience, craft, that organizes electrical impulses into shapes that speak of beauty, longing, love, loss.
I reach for the page like a lifeline. Give me news from the wilds of self, news I’m missing, can’t see, for all the humming noise in between, and the layers of self-protection.
I reach for the page like a friend, an old dear familiar faithful friend, who reflects back to me facets of my own being that I am reluctant or sometimes unable to see or appreciate.
I reach for the page like I’m practicing a religious rite. I rarely think anymore with fear about its blankness, nor fear of putting down the “wrong” thing, committing an error. Practice has disciplined me to accept and admire whatever appears — because existence, life, is a miracle.
I reach for the page as a tonic, to soothe my rage, or reframe it, recast my judgement in these softening lines and curves, so that it lives somewhere apart from me, and I am not denying or accusing it, but merely giving it a place to reside where its harm — the harm that is my judgement — may rest and not be wielded. I lay down my pain here, on the page, so that I may live more fully as I hope to in the world, with humility, with kindness, and without the imposition of my needs unexpressed and otherwise unknown to me. The page accepts all of these, uncovers and grants ease, soaks the wounds — my wounds — in salt water that somehow, by some miracle, lessens the sting while healing.
xo, Carrie