Abstract....Writing, the most profound art of exploring ourselves, places that carry the unmined wealth of wisdom, the unseen gold that emits the light, as we try to see ourselves through and through, the thousand pearls that release the moment, we begin to understand ourselves. It is the wildest splash of delight, all coming as we let a pen probe into us, not in the sense of probing but just a silent plea to our hearts to release all that has been buried for so long.
Journaling can be an enlightening meditative practice, at times when we are struggling to quieten the chaotic mind. Instead of dismissing the thoughts that arise in our turbulent minds, we write them down on the awaiting pages. When we do, the thoughts settle down. And such a writing then becomes a meditative practice. The thoughts get written and stay there as a witness that we came to the blank pages and performed our meditative writing. We went into the heart of meditation through writing out our unsettling thoughts and our mind settles down. We feel the sense of peace. When we begin to journal as a meditative practice, mindfulness and meditation are accomplished though the art of writing yourself out. It is a practice that reflects our inner world. By opening to the richness of our hearts through journaling, we invite a deeper reflection, an in-depth introspection, and the self-expression arises from the inner fount.
How beautifully, we become expressive, knowing how to release what is choking us inside. This process of releasing is achieved through journaling. And the act of journaling everyday becomes a practice of meditation. This journaling creates a sacred space of discovery. By not judging, critiquing, but just by observing and letting things be the way they are, and writing them down, we give them a chance to settle down in peace.
Looking at a situation through a lens of journaling and how it helps to calm the troubled waters when the sea seems so rough can open our minds to the meditation through journaling. The writing out of anguished feelings gives something, a sense of deep peace, a breaking through the storm. As we journal, we begin to pause and think, reflect and write, introspect and drag the pen from one word to another after much of a soul searching. We search for something. This searching lets us travel inside on a journey that is based on wondering. We normally are in constant motion. But the act of journaling requires us to stop and listen to ourselves, to sit and be in rhythm with every beat of our hearts. As we listen to the beat, we begin to smell the essence of life. This very beat takes us to the inner core, and we feel the unfelt joy. It creates such an ecstasy. This ecstasy makes us aware of the daily tasks, the sounds of nature, the music of this earth, the sounds arising from this universe. How beautifully, the sounds emerge and make their way through us. They travel through us to us.
We essentially write our hearts out. In such doing, we become one with what we do. This is mindfulness as we become one with whatever we do. We all have a landscape within our souls. The internal landscape needs to be voiced. We cannot silence it. By silencing it, we let its colors pale away. Every landscape has a music arising from its hearth. It fills the air. The soul smiles and weeps in the rolling of times. With the smiles and sobs, we need to voice them all on the paper, where there is none invading our deepest depths. No one is entering there, as we begin to pause and listen to its joyful and mourning sounds. By writing them down, you make sure you give them the voice that they so need, so they feel alive again. Every season comes with its own voice, its own melody. As long as the voice is heard, and its words are written out on every page with the writing of the heart, the melody streams inside. You would want your music to be alive, filling us up inside. It is the undying music that keeps us rich at all the times of our lives. As the events, things of different seasons get written, the landscape is properly described on the paper, and through its description comes out its voice—it becomes the voice of our souls.
Such is the way we write ourselves down in our journal. It then becomes an act of beauty. Pen and paper become your powerful therapeutic intervention. It can be very liberating for you. You can be unabashed and write down the deepest dreams that remained unfulfilled. By doing that, you can liberate your frustrations and give birth to a healthier you. You no longer remain self- contained and fume and fret inside. Something within you opens and such a healthiness in unleashed from within. Through your pen, your words stream your deepest spiritual thoughts. That becomes your daily fount of spirituality. It becomes your practice and the practice becomes your life. The paper becomes your ground and all the musical sounds arising from the earth, are captured on that paper by the pen which records your thoughts, and gives you access to the unheard sounds.
Our relationship with the pen becomes an act of meditation. Through the pen, we view our lives. It becomes the way to stream ourselves. They become our deepest whisperings. Our self-knowledge becomes our wisdom. A documentary is created that uses the journal. It is something we leave behind, that journal becomes a legacy. It narrates the timeline of our lives, describes in every detail who we are, the things we accomplished in our lifetime, the emotions we felt in the varied phases, the sandcastles you built upon the sands, those that survived the waves and those that died in the wind and waters. Yet something beautiful stays behind, the piece of a timeless writing.
Bio.....Jayita Bhattacharjee....born in Calcutta, India and later on education from University of Houston in Economics, she had chosen her career as a trustee and teacher. Her Indian residence is in the vicinity of the famous Belurmath. Currently, she is settled in Tampa, Florida.
Her books " The Ecstatic Dance of Life",
" Sacred Sanctuary", " Light of Consciousness", " Dewdrops of Compassion" are among the many that she has authored.