It is sort of quiet at this moment. As quiet as this apartment ever is. Sounds of laughter every now and then from the bar nearby. A horn. The news channel playing in another room. Usually I have music playing, especially if I’m trying to write, but I don’t have anything on right now and there is a calmness to that I like. Sometimes the music feels like I’m trying to block something out. Trying to block a sound gives power to what that sound, just like with thoughts. The more we fight against a certain thought, the more power it has over us. Let the sounds float through the night. Let the thoughts come and go.
Right now I’m enjoying the sounds of the city, the sounds of life, of community, activity. I don’t feel the need to resist them.
In yoga, we move away from resistance. In my writing, I’m moving toward it.
I wrote a short piece that will be included in the Writers Resist anthology.
It is yoga that has given me the space to figure out what it is I want to do with my writing.