What I was doing was…

More autobiographical exploration this morning. Meditated for five minutes then write for ten, about some stuff I’ve thought about and articulated before. Was thinking about something @bullshitfreecreativity (thank you Marta) mentioned in reply to my post yesterday about our memory being almost completely reconstructive -it have me pause to consider my expectation of doing these reflective writing exercise and of course I am unlikely to recall exactly what I felt or, if my memories are reconstructed, what actually happened and I wondered what the point is and then it occurred to me that wherever they come from, the fact that this particulate constellation of details from my perspective feel important is the interesting thing. Now I feel more open about this process of drawing upon my memories -if it’s all made up that’s kind of liberating and will be inherently unique because it’s created and combined in my mind. Will keep going on this and have also had an idea that it will be in reading back all of this stuff in collection, and seeing what jumps out, that could provide some new thoughts or insights.