Tis the season
'Tis the season. I'm sitting next to a Christmas tree covered in lights and ornaments. Hand-made and photo ornaments accumulate slowly over the years, small differences framing the familiarity of this tradition, this talisman of love and gratitude.
In a related way, 'tis also the season for me to write. This season of the pause presents itself as connected to a pull I've been feeling towards writing and synthesis and clarification and expression. It was a couple years ago that I worked on a "Where we go next" piece (that remains unfinished and unpublished, I recall) and that was itself a couple years after I wrote this call after a hundred other posts on this site in 2020.
<meta: I sense myself writing a bit more in newsletter style than greenhouse style at the moment. I'm up to 200(!!) of those written, so it's not surprising that's the current groove. Maybe that will shift as I write more and relax back into this space. I won't push that, but intend to "let" it happen if it will. Ghost (blogging/publishing platform) has such a nice clean spacious editor, certainly compared to Buttondown (newsletter platform I use for IS).>
So yeah, it's been a while and I've been feeling the urge "to write" increasing over the last month or two. To "write" there translates into: to be with the (right hemispheric) sensing part of me that's knocking (upward?) on the door of my conscious awareness, to listen to what's emerging, to be the space on whose walls can condense like dewdrops some manner of insight.
Why here? Well, it's a nice space for writing. And there's something about the process, of recording my thought journey in real-time, that seems valuable or even integral to the process of getting wherever it is I'm heading. If I publish the whole time then I also avoid the risk of getting bogged down and not publishing at all. There's something here for me, absolutely, but also there's a way in which this feels "for you" and for the world as well.
I'll start with some "why" I think. That seems like an obvious first step, to ask myself what's so important and what am I hoping emerges. Hmm, maybe first I'll just hit publish on this to "turn the page" and start fresh again.
...hah, as the "Daaaaad!" interruption just now handily illustrates. Small bites, weave the cognition into the writing, so that reading reloads the context for further progress.