This weekend I spent at Österåsen, a rehab and course center in the middle of sweden with a splendid view of the river Ångermanälven in Ångermanland. Very beautiful wievs and nice walkingpaths. The food served is vegetarian and it’s possible to take part in yoga, mindfulness and many other activities.
In april I attended the writingcourse they arrange. Then we were eleven pupils. This time we were five, all five from the april course. The same teacher as then.So we were a safe group knowing eachother. For this occasion we had written a short text. This text was sent two weeks before to the course members. During the weekend we read and discussed these texts and practiced writing in challenging tasks. An example: begin your story with “if I hadn’t….” and write for ten minutes. Another ex: we got two playingcards, one with a picture, one with a wird: write a story inspired by these. Last: write an autumn poem. Many other short excercises was laid before us. Summery of the writingweekend is: fun, challenging and lot of learning. It’s possible to see that we all have a personal writingstyle. How much we write, structured/unstructured etc. One thing that surprised me was that what I write and when I read it makes people laugh. It’s not my intention when I write or read but they laugh, spontane. It’s a new experiance to me. Im not familiar with that reaktion byt I must learn to use it to my benefit. Well. That’s all for now. Take care. /sten
Today I read on a blogg, that I follow, that she had the ambition to be a writer since she was a young, young girl. She had great storytellers around and she used to sit at their feet and listen. To stories, poetry. That’s the context she grow up in and formed her writing life.
I try to campare my life with hers. My context as young and I find it very different. I come from a silent family. Yes, we spoke, but not much storytelling. Book reading to some extent. My mother read me childrens books (dont remember wich though) and I have a strong memory of goodnight singing. I also remember looking in “One Thousand and One Nights” with great interrest. The pictures if decapitated heads and barebreasted woman. But. My grandparents I remember as silent. My parents not quite as silent. Me growing up as number three, playing a lot by myself, practicing solitude. Where does my need for writingcome from? Why do I love the words? And why does it come to me late in life? Im glad for it, but I wonder from where the need and ambition comes from. There is also a need to share my written words with others, though I consider myself, and is beeing considered as a shy person. Where does it come from?
Autumn is here.
With new possibilities and intentions.
New and old routines.
As an old routine now we have the habit of going to the local church to a groupmeditation. Close to the church is a small building, Love’s chapel, this is where we have been going now these last three years for mondayeveningmeditation.
Arriving in the chapel the priest has prepared with meditation pallets and pads. Blankets to put over the shoulders.
First we sit down five minutes with relaxing music, Pärts “Spiegel im spiegel” and a like, soaking in the stillness of the room. Then we sit down on the pallet or pad in meditation position. With our hands together in a Mudra. First my I´m remanded of my body in different ways. Today my leg muscles began protesting with cramps, but after a few minutes it gave away. If I have problem focusing I begin conscious breathing, thaat helpes coming over the first focusproblems.
In front of us an Ikon with Jesus. Sitting down for thirty minutes gives a lot. Time to slow down. Time to let go. Time for thoughts to come and go like leaves in a stream. Like clouds in the sky. Like smoke from the fire. Time to think “who was this man? This mysterious man who, they say, died for us. A peaceful man who gathered his disciples around him and teached. How to live. How to be. How to respond. How to share. How to love. I would like to know more and at this moment I am reading a book from Deepak Chopra, “The third Jesus”, giving a fresh perspective on what Jesus can teach us all. When thirty minutes has passed we silently leave the room and start talking again. Filled and relaxed.
Writing! Six years ago I finished a long period of my workinglife beeing teacher. I also finished a thirtyfive year long comitment to practising, playing and teaching the Guitar. Acoustic, classical, folk, Electric, pop, rock. I was finished! The end! Fine! Fin! It all had been a great deal of my professional life as well as my private life. Many positive moments with the pupils , collegues, friends. But, there is a new chapter waiting to be written. Actually two parallell chapters. Writing and spiritual awakening (yoga/meditation/walking/retreats). Writing has always been a part of my life, so far, a small part. It’s growing. One year writing posts for this Blog. A number of years writing on a script for the stage and/or film together with a friend. And now, the next step. This weekend I will begin a university level writing course that will continue over a year. Writing diff styles, giving and taking feedback, reading the other students texts. Other students will read my texts. It will be a big challange. A bit scary. A lot of learning. A lot of fun. Time at home, with my computer, writing and writing. Reading and reading. Writing and reading. Reading and writing. A new chapter. Great fun. I am a lucky one.
This passed weekend I was in the capital on a cityretreat, in silence.
Meditation, yoga, breathing, chakra.
Since five years back, I have been practising yoga and meditation. Ashtanga and Hatha. At this moment I do Hatha-yoga wich I find beeing a silent and calm yoga variant.
At the cityretreat I learnt a series of positions good for balancing the seven chakras in my body: root, sacral, solar plexus, heart, throat, third eye and crown.
What I found all the most wonderful was gong-meditation. The leadar played on two big gongs whilewe were meditating. The sound of the gongs, very harmonic and kind to the ears, filled the whole room, every inch, my body was totaly filled with the sound and my brain to. It was my best meditation experiance ever, until we did the singing meditation. With background music we sang together and a bright, glorious feeling of happiness came to me. The feeling of togetherness was total and I was ready to….
If you ever have the chance I must recommend this.