I found an amazing amount of inspiration while I was away, then the enforced return to normality saw my mood drop and inspiration along with motivation packed their bags and left, ran away together fleeing the daily bus routes and the never ending pressing of buttons. I felt lost and empty for a while, as I struggled to adjust to my mundane life. Never before has 10 days of my life changed my life so much – apart from the exception where I was ill in 2013 – but that’s another story.
I think you get the impression, it sucked being back at work and I couldn’t be arsed with anything. However having said that I do love my job, I love where I live and I love my life. I just dip at times – Everyone does…
Moon, Mood, Hormones, Mundane, Circumstances, People, Politics, Money… There are endless causes for down days and as such I found myself writing a note to myself which I posted yesterday entitled Reading List.
Not only was I lifting my current gloom, I was writing again! This felt like a flood of relief, my words, as simple as they were, were still my words. I write sometimes and I do not know where these words come from, I write without thinking, by just letting them flow through me onto the paper. As some would say Reiki is channelled from a higher source through a healer, or other similar concepts.
“I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it—I will love you through that, as well. If you don’t need the medication, I will love you, too. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert,
I’m not sure I was doing the same thing or not? My words were more simple, I heard them in my mind, in a voice I did not know. They appeared on the paper unconsciously and once I read them back to myself I was reminded of the lines in a long poem at the end of the Nightwish album Imaginaerum:
“Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There’s no fear in a dream”
Song Of Myself
Is it possible that my mind had subconsciously spliced together these two random influences to create my own inferior replica of sorts? … I honestly do not know …
For where do words come from when they pop into our thoughts? Outside influences are unavoidable as we are surrounded by information and technology throughout our waking days, which our mind records and soaks up like a sponge, even though we are unaware of this process and recall very little of everything absorbed. I have to wonder, is there anything really original anymore?
But at least these questions have awakened my dull thoughts, my words (however influenced) have inspired me to write once more and this heavy weight which had been dragging me down has been lifted. I would like to write some more about the marvelous mind, the squishy mass inside our skulls, though that is a blog for another day – I did say I had been re-inspired – even if my mind does go off on various tangents at once… I suppose I should apologise in advance, for I have no idea where this adventure of the mind/writing will take us.
Anne Harrison 05.05.16
Nightwish – Song of Myself – Video with full Lyrics.