To Share or Not to Share?

In this time of think and click communication, whether we share or not share is important to question.  We have seen how easy access to ranting on social media can stir up a hornet’s nest of stinging thoughts.  We just react and then go about our business while the bite pain throbs where we have been stung.  Sometimes the rant continues in our head until we notice that we haven’t been paying attention to what we are doing.  Often we return to the social media site, rather than stay with the discomfort.  We send more thoughts out into the world to relieve the pressure we feel within ourselves.

This is where, I would suggest reflective writing.  Even if you are not interested in joining those of us who keep a personal journal, you can still practice techniques that provide an outlet for strong emotions.  They can be written on a blank sheet of paper and later ceremoniously discarded.  Here are a couple of suggestions to try the next time a social media post has your internal anger meter filling up like Bruce Banner before he becomes the Hulk .

  • Flow-write for 5 minutes. Set a timer, pick up a pen and paper or tap at a keyboard (not a social media site) and let yourself write whatever thoughts are coming into your head.  Do not censor or edit–just get it out!
  • Re-read what you have written and add this sentence: “When I re-read this, I notice, I am aware of….”  Write for another 3-5 minutes.
  • Think of someone in your life, who expresses opinions you respect. Someone who usually offers you calm, rational advice.  What would this person say to you right now?  Write this response.
  • Identify what you have learned about yourself in this writing exercise. If there is a lesson here that you wish to share, discuss it with someone you trust before you consider posting it.  If your writing contains a message that is of value for others to read, it will only be made clearer by this process.  Don’t forget to discard the rant!

Journal Writing: Yardwork Ritual Captures Mindfulness

Yesterday’s mild temperatures allowed me to work in the yard and participate in a closing ritual that helped me to stop clinging to summer.  I put away all of the garden tchotchke (pronounced chachki).  They are decorative, sentimental knick-knacks with little purpose, other than to fill my yard with whimsical color.  Demonstrating a desire to honor a season that I thoroughly enjoyed, I worked with the same reverence as when I store my holiday decorations.  I moved about with mindful intention and peacefully removed dirt and grime from items that had been stuck in the ground or hanging from trees.

When the cleanup process was complete, there was still a beautiful begonia plant left to reign as a reminder of the lingering summer that refused to leave my heart.  I wondered how long I would be able to count on the bright orange blossoms to greet me in the morning?  A little internet research revealed that I could bring the plant inside.  It seemed like a fitting tribute to the colorful blooms that had delighted me since June.

Yet as I continued to reflect on my ritual of bringing in the garden tchotchke, I realized that it won’t be long before my backyard is covered with a soft blanket of snow.  I will sit wrapped in a quilt and marvel at the twinkling frozen beauty.  Each season has its own splendor to uncover.  As I immerse myself in it, I often hate to see it depart.  My closing rituals help me to move on, to stop clinging to what was, to respect the period of transition and to appreciate the next precious moment of the season I am in.  So what am I doing to experience Autumn?

Journal Writing Technique

The entry above is an example of a Captured Moment, a form of descriptive writing that freezes a moment in time.  It can be written as an event is happening or as a memory of something that has already happened.  I combined the Captured Moment technique with Reflection, statements that describe the meaning of the experience for me.

When I re-read my journal entry, I was moved by the suggestion to appreciate “the season that I am in.”  In response, I took a walk in the cool fall air, felt the crunching of leaves beneath my feet and viewed the changing colors of the trees along the Erie Canal.  I was truly in the present moment and my heart swelled with the grace of Autumn.