Roots push through concrete. Their slow but tenacious momentum breaks through stone. Your heart has roots too, to places and to people.
Where do you come from? Where are you going?
Category: Nature
The Outward Turn
I just took an extraordinary professional development class with the Nova Scotia Sea School. In it, we learned some sailing. But more importantly, every day, we followed a pattern of daily life that was remarkably fulfilling.
In the morning, we jumped into the water. Everyone. Into the north Atlantic. It was better than coffee, though that was served too.
We practiced what we called the “outward turn.” A small open-deck sailing boat with ten people on it can get claustrophobic, so each day, we would take some time and turn our backs to each other and look out across the water. It was a reminder of the vast space around us, and when we turned back, we were more spacious, relaxed, refreshed.
How can you take an outward turn every day, no matter where you are? How can you regain a sense of spaciousness?
As a writer, what does the outward turn offer your writing?