who you be?
if the noise inside gets too loud, you’ll never hear
better to write her
scribble her onto an unused napkin and stick her in your purse.
carry her with you everyday.
she needs to be defined.
she needs to be with you every moment
not crumpled in a pile of mess or jumbled under layers of judgment
let her loose.
let the WiLD breathe.
Michelle Bernard: WiLD journaling
to be unleashed January 2018
spend a morning in the wilderness,
your journal can get you there.
where first is revealed
the dense and chaotic terrain
that threatens to lose you to your feelings.
tangled and constricting feelings are vines squeezed between your lips
around your ankles
binding you still
suffocating you quiet.
wild writing upsets the stillness
rattles the quiet
wreaks injurious blows into the familiar.
makes you flail for a gulp of air
for loudness to rush wind through your throat
a burst of bravery
breaking you from your past
the familiar knowledge of the past has controlled you
the familiar past, a protector of harm
has kept you safe from being able to grow wild
so go there
with a pen
and write yourself wild
I’m clicking away at another book.
About journaling. It’s been my morning thing. For years. Through many cities, jobs, dates, lovers, goals–I’ve written it all down in mini capsules. My journals.
The wisest advice has come to me through journaling, because, seriously, there exists some sage that shows up on the page. She directs my hard-head to let go of old sh#t and dares me to step hard right on up to life’s counter to take what I’m worth. She, the voice, also listens to me ruminate over and over and over about the same ole worn-out story, till she can’t take it anymore. What better-a-friend than she?
Have you got one? A journal. Any kind of bound paper thingy will do. Just start. Same time of day or night, 5-7 days a week. Twenty+ minutes.
Write your dreams, your doubts, your highs, your trials, your irritations, your storms, your possibilities, your realness.
After just 30 days of journaling, notice how it rattles your tamed mind, makes you ask wild questions of yourself, tells you what you’ve been dying to know, stirs you to cut the vines away from your throat so you can breathe.
Who would you be without your fear?
soundbath with music