I am in sore need of an angel to teach me how to recognise the angels that stand before me in plain sight.
All the gifts that you have given me, lay idle because I have forgotten who I am.
Teach me again how I might rise.
Show me peace.
Ten little angels to help you to recognise and release the writer person in you:
- Trouble. Just when you think that it can’t get any worse – write about it.
- People. They are a gift to us at all times and in all places, and that includes you.
- Emptiness. The essential precondition to breathing in is emptiness of lungs.
- Variety. A plain green salad is nice, but a pasta salad is nice, filling and pretty.
- Sadness. Profound emotion scours away the stone-like layers in which we hide.
- Forgetfulness. Meditate on the void and the void will fill you. Be wary of wishes.
- Regret. Luckily, everything we regret is behind us and never before us. All gone.
- Lateness. The best way to get to the end of enjoyment is to rush at it like a snail.
- Obstacles. When a herd of cows blocks the road, it’s a great time to stop and pee.
- Confusion. A dinosaur looked to the sky and saw the beauty of a fiery meteorite.
Okay – not so much to do with writing at all, but still – when you’re feeling low, as I am right now, you need to be able to see the bright sides of life in order to continue writing.
Please speak to me of bright sides, my angels.