by kyndra
from the Healing Environments Conference - Baylor Dallas:
A number of recent occurrences have led me to begin writing again. It has been a long time since I have written ... much before the blog world! In the past, I spent most of my time writing in my red leather journal, the one with a heart engraved on the front. I think I may have gotten away from personal writing because I have spent so many of the past years writing for school. I will never forget the words of my honor’s composition professor, Dr. Greer, saying, “The only way to be a good writer is to practice, practice, practice.” I hated the agonizing writing assignments day after day and week after week, but looking back on that class now, I can’t imagine a better way to have learned! I learned the value of practice. And though any kind of writing is good practice, writing for school isn’t always the most meaningful and thus self-satisfying to write. I am lucky to be in a field, occupational therapy, where my research and writing content actually is very interesting to me. But still, writing to express is a very different experience.
I enjoy writing. It is a way to release my thoughts as well as a way to self-explore. I often feel that writing for me is a spiritual connection too. I have to go deep within, and connect my heart and mind. And somehow, that act results in an expression of my spirit.
This weekend I volunteered at the Healing Environments Conference at Baylor Hospital. I attended a session called: Just Write! The Spiritual Art of Creative Expression. Alan Wright, MDiv led the discussion on writing. A few critical points stuck out to me ...
... God did not create, and it was over. He is always creating. We can participate with him in creating when we use our imagination ...
... Are you your “worst critic?” ... or are you really just trying to please someone or avoid negative criticism? Is writing worth writing that way? Write for you. Write for the experience. Write and focus on the process.
And so because of those thoughts ... I will share two poems that I wrote in that class...
A printed painting was in the room as a prompt to help us begin writing. The print was from the Dallas Morning News and was used in an article about cancer. It was a picture of a woman with smily faced - sunshine glasses, red lips, and tears streaming down her face ...
Sunshine glasses, happy girl to all the world.
Bright red lips, she smiles with.
Quiet blue tears line her cheek, camouflaged.
Sadness behind, overlooked by the world.
Tears pool inside, she cannot speak.
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Happy memories for those five years.
Little Miss Sunshine was her office name.
Countless smiles and helping hands.
Loyalty, unique as she.
All Ended.
Coward could not do the right thing.
She went away sad and disappointed.
When she remembers the glasses, she smiles.
When she remembers the people, she smiles.
When she remembers what happened, a tear of sadness falls.
Another post about the conference (and a great Tai Chi experience) coming soon.
-kyndra
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