Time to Write

I have to tell you, I was exhilarated. I said good-bye to the kids at 6:30 pm last night and I drove to the Alcove (http://www NULL.alcovecafe NULL.com) on Hillhurst in Los Angeles. I was not meeting anyone. I did not HAVE to be here. Rehearsal was canceled for a show I’m working on and I still had a babysitter lined up. Would I really be so frivolous?

YES.

And was it frivolous. Try-- life blood. Try-- absolutely necessary. Try -- why haven’t I done this in 6 years?

I used to take my worn copy of Natalie Goldberg’s (http://www NULL.nataliegoldberg NULL.com) “Writing Down the Bones”-- that and Julia Cameron (http://www NULL.theartistsway NULL.com/)’s  ”The Artist Way”--and let’s not forget Sark’s (http://www NULL.planetsark NULL.com) “The Creative Companion”, and I would stake out my space at a local coffee shop and write to my heart’s content. I wrote several one woman shows that way. I filled up notebooks. I sipped Vanilla Lattes and breathed and mused. Remember Cameron’s Artist Dates? I was the queen of them. Remember Sark’s “never be afraid to dine alone” ? I loved to. Remember Goldberg’s “Write for 10 minutes. Don’t take your pen off the paper. Go for the jugular. Just go.” I ate it up.

But now, the last time I wrote-- I mean wrote like this — in a coffee shop with a few hours ahead of me, was in fact years ago.

Guess what? Jupiter in the heavens is sitting directly (conjuncting) my Mercury tomorrow. It happens once every 12 years. Jupiter says “YES” and Mercury says “Write, communicate, let it flow…”  I consider it a great blessing. It’s a reminder for me of the abundance I feel with pen to paper or fingers to keys. It’s a reminder that I have many things to say and I have to give myself the time to say them. It’s a reminder that it’s okay to be a mom that takes some time at the witching hour of day to escape and take care of myself.

I want to write a book. About love. About the heart. About the courage to live a radiant life. About our foibles. About how hard it is to love unconditionally. I want to sing a song of the fiery heart. I want to encourage each of us to do what it is we are here to do without apology. And I want to encourage each of us to uplift others in their quests. I want to write poetry that makes the soul pulse with authenticity and aliveness. I want us each to thrive so that HUMANITY thrives.

If I want to write this book, these dates with the Alcove have to be consistent. Saturn is now transiting my third house of writing for two years. This affords me the opportunity to commit to my message. Will I do so? Will you all hold me to it? I hope so. Certainly knowing astrology makes it harder to avoid what one is here to do. And now, certainly feeling the exhilaration of these hours for myself and my writing makes it almost impossible not to plan the next date with myself.

Big fat love to you all.