I want to get to a point where I no longer use the #bypen tag on posts. It’s historically been the exception rather than the rule that things have been written by hand but that is something I plan to remedy. I suppose I’ve already started.
Writing by hand necessarily introduces an additional editing and review phase that wasn’t there before.
When typing posts from scratch I would really only be performing a final check for grammar and errors whereas transcribing from paper to screen forces me to re-read and re-evaluate what I have written.
Over the years I have both called myself a writer and chastised myself over the very same description. Imposter syndrome has been in full effect.
But, what is a writer? Is it purely semantic? It doesn’t help that there are various definitions.
Last night I read BSAG’s post “Listening for the return of spring” in which she outlines an almost irrational fear of never hearing birdsong again:
“…part of my difficulty in expressing how I felt was that I was deeply embarrassed about admitting to these fears. It seemed to me a ridiculously archaic, pre-scientific folk belief, like believing that the sun will not rise tomorrow.”
Now one rather annoying thing about scholars is that they are always using Big Words that some of us can’t understand…
…and one sometimes gets the impression that those intimidating words are there to keep us from understanding.
It’s the time of year for both reflection and looking ahead but there’s a danger in only doing so around New Year and somehow expecting everything to come together as the calendar ticks over.
I’ve let things slide again with meditation and writing by hand.
I make occasional notes but the habit isn’t there at present. I also write too quickly, it gets messy fast. My brain hits overdrive and my hand tries to keep up. It fails.
We can quantify the wind, it is a product of heat, pressure and the rotation of the Earth. We can model it, predict it, its speed, direction, its power.
Yet we cannot rationalise the feeling of it, on our skin, in our hair, the sensations we experience as it passes us by, uncaring, almost ignorant of our presence.
After chastising myself for not writing much by hand I thought I’d better pick up a pen again and try to get back in the habit.
But it wasn’t my normal pen and notebook, rather the ones I used to use where the pen is a little too scratchy and the pad too small for comfortable use. They’ve been sat on my bedside cabinet for months, ignored since I moved to the Lemome.
Device health is a massive topic.
I use True Tone and night shift on my phone but, even at its most “warm,” it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Maybe it’s that I’ve gotten used to the changes those technologies make to the display.
Learning isn’t always about having things committed to memory but knowing that they are possible and where to go to remind yourself of how.
As the time for me to return to work approaches I am left contemplating what I want and what I have achieved. I think it’s only natural to be reflective after such a period of upheaval.
It’s safe to say that the search built into WordPress isn’t exactly the best. It serves to a point but can’t handle complex searches.
I was indicating handwritten posts by inserting (By pen) at the end but, due to the limitations, this isn’t searchable. I’ve, therefore, decided to change it to a hashtag which is automatically converted to a search link – #bypen.
Bullet journaling has been popping up a lot lately in conversations online and at home (my wife and eldest daughter both use planners.) I like some of the ideas but don’t want my notes to be that formal.
In retrospect, while deactivating / deleting my accounts seems like a big deal, the real battle was fought some time before.
I’ve never been much of a Facebook user but took the decision a number of years ago to unfollow a whole bunch of people and restrict it to just family and a few select “real world” friends.
I struggled with this morning’s meditation; the different layers of thought kept bubbling up and conflicting.
It’s strange how you can think multiple things at once.
You have your intentional, guided thoughts, the ones at the forefront of your mind like talking to yourself in your head. But then there is the automatic layer of thought – the unintentional – where the mind seemingly does what it wants.
I look at my new notebooks with, perhaps, a little trepidation.
I am determined to write more by hand, to slow down and spend time with my thoughts. But I want to do them justice.
It’s almost Christmas but it’s weird, it hasn’t really felt like it because the weather has turned so mild. It doesn’t even feel like winter.
But getting all the presents wrapped and smelling the Christmas cake cooking yesterday started to get things back on track and our family Christmas Eve traditions will kick in later.
Patrick Rhone linked to a piece by Sarah K Peck on “silence, stillness and community” and I was so taken with it that I started to digest more of her blog.
Being off work for such a long period opens up a lot of thinking time I wouldn’t normally get.
This can be a double edged sword.
On the one hand I’ve had time to add functionality to the blog, read more and take an online course but, on the other, I’ve had the capacity to really examine what I’ve been doing for the past 18 months.