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Writing to Heal
Through the analogy of surfing as life
I feel an urge to write and create a piece of release. My absence doesn’t mean I’ve stopped writing and being present. I’ve been writing fervently. Through the quiet and loud moments, before sleep and half-awake in the middle of the night from dreams that haunt me, in rising moments and during commuting, while meditating and praying and during nudges of the day where there are minutes of respite. My personal journal entries have grown so long like roots to a tree weaving deeper and deeper underground, and I would have lived with many words written yet undiscovered.
I wonder how you have been? You as the random person reading upon this entry. Are you well? How has life been for you? I want to say that my life has been a series of challenging surfs. I’m wading through new found territories, new ideas and beliefs. I plunged into spaces and parts of me I’ve never discovered. I know my writing is abstract, but I don’t feel ready to share the details of what’s happening. I haven’t been doing ok, but on the surface where you see me, I am thriving. It looks easy to surf until you surf. In the seams of all that is happening and appearing bleak, nevertheless, I have indescribable gratitude to these deep learnings, realisations, support and guides that I’ve uncovered during my surfing journey. I think if one were to learn to surf, better to learn to conquer deep…
