Nonsense, Fragments, Made Up Words (Writin..

By: Julie Jordan Scott - [writing]
Nonsense, Fragments, Made Up Words: Heavenly Bonus =A9 2003 Julie Jordan Scott

I sat in the middle of my bed surrounded by spiral notebooks in a variety of colors and textures. Some newer, some older, some splotched by spilled coffee and some with pages half torn out. Each book filled with scratching in mostly pencil.

Each spiral notebook is loved and treasured. I decided it was time to put them in some semblance of order and simultaneously mine for the jeweled nuggets I knew were there. Armed with post-it notes and highlighters, paperclips and felt tips pens, I tackled the task joyfully. The bed looked like a Spring Basket, with brightly blooming bouquets gently unfolding with my words providing the sunlight.

At first glance, a reader of my notebooks may see the following cacophony of made up words and no logical order as scribed nonsense: "Crying and bringing more and more - the beauty and the choice-ness of it, A nice duet a different flavor. Scrawled across the page. Today updating going through it to capture it all. Get that bookshelf out and down. Just sometimes the best times making food into a toy. The ramblyness is even sacred in that very rambling. When we realize that and experience that we touch heaven."

As I revisited the notebooks, I heard the resonance of the chimes within the words. Pulsing and rhythmic or slow or curt. In a particularly energetic, frenetic section I heard a familiar cry sounding like fellow poet, Jay, who sometimes calls himself "Soda Pop". He is quite fond of the word "juggernaut". I hadn't realized I could write like him. At times I do.

I discovered dialogue between myself and the characters which inhabit my thoughts, leftovers from childhood and adolescence and a heatedly resigned fight years ago about whether I needed to work at a "real job" or not. I am no longer resigned. I don't work at a "real job" now nor do I need to work in a conventional setting.

I found surprisingly long dissertations on the quality of this pencil over that pencil, this sort of pen over that pen. I noted annoyance turning to laughter about the illustrator of my notebooks - the then preschool-aged-Emma who time and time again ignored the books I bought for her specifically so that I could have some sacred writing space for my practice itself. Now her little brother is following in her footsteps. I still buy them their own notebooks and magna doodles and anything so that my notebooks can be solely mine.

I spotted the times when I am using the pages to work through relationship challenges and career struggles and spiritual witness. I am able to recall moments in time that would have been lost without the pages being a buffer in the storm which sometimes appears on the horizon of day-to-day life.

Sometimes I picture an in-the-future biographer hungrily devouring the words on the simple lined pages, collecting unused snippets waiting between the lines naked and vulnerable yet also bravely willing to be discovered, appreciated. The words echoing from the depth of my spirit calling, asking The Future, "Do you hear me? Does the gong sound? Does any of this mean anything more than the etchings of number two pencils on a notebook page?"

I reclined on the stacked pillows with a notebook dated "June, 2002" opened flat as it rested on my bent knees. The words from that moment in time called out to the moment in time now, from the Julie- of-that-Moment to the Julie-of-this-moment.

The light clicked on. I realized in that moment that the most important biographer from the future was actually the one who was writing each page, each word, each letter in the moment it was written and the chime, the slow g-o-n-g g-o-n-g g-o-n-g quietly and peacefully called first to my consciousness like a gentle cosmic alarm clock requesting continual awakening.

The practice of writing nonsense, fragments, whatever strikes my pencil's fancy: this is what is important. The commitment to the page is a commitment to life.

The rest is a luxurious, radiant, heavenly bonus.

Each of us can receive huge rewards and an astounding bonus simply by cultivating some sort of intentional practice which includes the expression of our soul in a nurturing, honest manner.

Don't let anything stop you from simply and clearly expressing your soul so that the slow, peaceful g-o-n-g sounding from your heartbeat has a crystal clear resonant tone which everyone recognizes as purely you.

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