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Kathy Donchak

Sunday Letter: Self-Knowledge

Published 12 months ago • 1 min read

The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote – wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught. ~ Walt Whitman

I am beginning to understand that self-knowledge is only understood in glimpses and nudges. Those instances when we nod to whomever or whatever it is we acknowledge when the lesson we need is conveyed. The “things” we understand can be as fleeting as the sight of a hummingbird in spring, but the solace it provides lasts long after she has gone. I find myself in a sacred practice with nature. The sights and sounds transport me to a home within myself. A place of attention, wonder, and hope.

Be well,

Kathy

Kathy Donchak

I write about nature, family, creativity, and wellbeing.

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