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Sit. Stay. Heal.

Sit. Stay. Heal.

What if I approach writing as a practice not a goal?
What if this practice was about
sitting, staying, leaving
then
coming back
over
and over
and over
again.
Come back.
Sit.
Stay.
What if I stay with all this restless energy
even when the annoying heckler inside screams
NOT smart, creative, disciplined enough.
Stay.
Even when I am not seen, heard, acknowledged, validated.
Stay
Stay with this mind
jumping, flipping, sidelining, flexing, longing
for the next comfortable predictable moment.
Stay.
Refrain from
reaching for the next coffee, joint, package of crix, email;
Refrain from washing your hair, playing with the cat, cleaning the bathroom
Stay.
Come back.
Stay.
Show up.
Come back.
Stay.
Get tangled.
Get lost in those memories of your father’s life.
Come back.
Sit.
Stay.
Feel the nausea rising from the base of your belly.
Cry.
Curse.
Cry.
Come back.
Sit
Stay.
Come back.
Stay
Sit
Stay
Heal.

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