In my element(s)

Here in Robin Hood County, the sun has been burning brightly and showering us in its wonderful rays.

I’ve had such a lovely week, walking by the river and walking the dogs, gardening, and plenty of writing.

I’ve been working mostly on building my characters. Shaping their personalities and adding flesh to their bones. I came across some old psychology notes, that I’d kept specifically for writing, subsequently lost and then found, only to forget about them completely.

So it was fun working through them and trying to decipher my short hand and understand my own writing. So, I’ll be doing a post later about the character building process.

What I did realise this week, is just how different I felt by being out in the sunshine and playing in the garden.

Fire and earth = my favourite elements.

Fire represents the spiritual level of being, it is passion and transformation. It’s the creator and the destroyer,and it is hearth and home.

The active energy of fire can transform anything; dark into light or coolness into warmth.

It can even transform me!

I was instantly kicked into action by the sun coming out. I actually wanted to get up and out every morning this week – As any one who knows me, also knows just what a bitch I can be if woken up, worse, if woken up and not given tea.

But once the sun comes out, so do my best qualities.

Which then brings to to the power of earth. I feel so energised by the sun, it’s true. But digging in the dirt, tidying up the flower beds and planting new plants brings me clarity.

Earth represents the physical level of being, it is the mother, stability and the heart beat of all things. Opposite to fire it’s energy is passive, earth is darkness and yet the same as fire it represents the home.

When ever I get stuck with my writing, it always helps me to think, and sort through the lag, if I go out and connect to the earth. During the late ’80’s and early 90’s I walked barefoot practically everywhere, my feet had freedom and I was connected to the grounding energy of earth. I realise, looking back on those particular years, that I wrote huge amounts.

Mostly crap, granted.

Some of it was okay, some  I never finished.

None survived.

I had a huge burning ritual when I was pregnant with my first son, to transform myself from ageing hippy into doting mother.

Yes, I was barefoot.

No I wasn’t really an ageing hippy.

Yes I regretted it after, not any more though!

I believe the fire transformed my writing, hopefully into something better.

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About Saxton-Corner

I write. I read. I am the Queen of procrastination. I drink tea. I laugh. I play Xbox. I am. View all posts by Saxton-Corner

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