He's sitting beside me, my lover-companion, almost in a meditative state but its just that he is so relaxed and content. He's sitting there doing his own thing while I am writing. Its a magical hard-to-explain experience. I've never been able to do my work while someone is present, but with him, with him I am able to write. The comfort level and trust is so high and strong that I write and write and write and write even as he is there beside me. When I feel stuck he looks up before I do, our eyes meet and I automatically know what word to put down on paper to continue the flow of my progress. When we're done, I have several draft chapters written and he loves them all. After he reads them, I see a single tear rolls from his eye, and he tells me he loves me and is proud of me. And I tell him, I adore him and I appreciate his attentiveness and devotion profoundly. Then we begin making dinner together as we are expecting a company of friends. They arrive and we eat jovially, as an idea sparks my mind and I excuse myself from the table for a second to jot down the details. While I am gone, he shares with joy some moments of the writing session earlier, and those things he is most proud of me that day. I return to the table and there is a beautiful glow. I am supported. I am loved.
Exercise: Imagine The Ideal - Imagine an ideal pleasant
writing spot for yourself, where you feel comfortable, have privacy,
and can establish a supportive routine. [a variation of Life's
Companion by
Christina Baldwin pg. 9]
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