Friday, April 15, 2005
Writing.
Bismi'llah arRahman arRahim. There is no refuge from Allah but in Him.
I like writing,the very act of it.I've often tried to use my mind to explain why to myself.Normally I have found some negative answer,or,psychological one...the obvious one being that it is a kind of verbal release valve for all the thoughts and emotions that cause such pressure inside my head and elsewhere.
Today I am wondering if,given that EFT seems to be able to take away so much of the causes of all the mental and emotional anguish, ... if I will still write but in a more interesting way. A more "writerly" way perhaps ..evoking images to conjure up scenes and feelings .
"To communicate" ..springs to mind ..or rather ..comes to mind ,because it didn't exactly 'spring' ..it just came ..
I am a little torpid this morning ..feeling as if I have been run over by a bus and am now recuperating.I'm not sure still wether the feeling is due to the work which we embarked on yesterday of trying to sell stuff to shops..which involved quite a lot of walking and,of course,confronting many new and perhaps,stressful situations.,though I must say I thoroughly enjoyed it.... or wether in fact it is due to the EFT sessions that I was doing during the night where I came up to what is perhaps the core issue in my emotional life, ... the fact that I could do nothing about the suffering of my family. Neither my brother's,nor my father's nor ,especially,my mother's.