#fromwhereiwrite

[daily-dollop-blog]

Today (well, I suppose it was “yesterday” at this point), I took those same 255 steps from my little beach town granny flat rental to your driveway. My legs are short, but I’ve paced out kickball fields enough to confidently think that’s a solid 85 yards....give or take about 4 feet because I might have lost count at some point. I knew this moment would come; it always serves as a sweet reminder of my size in this world: the sunflowers are finally taller than me today. They’re beautiful and strong and just waiting for the right moment to finally burst forth and lean towards the light. It dawned on me while I was walking back to my car today - I never did finish that book that I brought with me those years ago. A student of mine had gifted it to me on my last day of teaching (or was it Christmas?). I don’t remember much of it, but had these few sentences scribbled in the back of my Human Anatomy notes from that very same February: “You're not supposed to interject feelings into science, but part of the reason it's so fascinating that we're 8 percent (or more) fossilized virus is that it's so creepy that we're 8 percent (or more) fossilized virus.” I could pick apart that meaning until the cows come home, but I don’t feel like that’s the point. Somehow, I found those stairs again at sunset and this time you were waiting for me with sleep in your eyes and sand in your beard and a towel draped halfway over your face. I don’t know what else to say beyond “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG and what happened to that god damn messenger pigeon” #loveletters #transatlantic #travelblogger #biodynamic #sunflower #ganges #sacred #water #pilgrimage #fromwhereistand #fromwhereiwrite #timetravel #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #ghostwriter #whoselineisitanyway #wellness #permaculture (at Solana Beach, California)

[jonwhite001]

This’ll do #fromwhereiwrite (at Whiskeytown Falls)

[thursdaysatthecafe]

T H E B L A N K P A G E // My pages have been blank as of late. Somehow it seems like I need to wait until my life starts to jot down what I need to say. I feel like I need to graduate or get on a plane to take my first trip to New York or Paris or Scotland or Rome. I feel like I need to do something grand, escape from this small town. Only then can I truly fill the blank page with adventure and truth and love and a life worth reading. Only then can my story be told, because it's interesting. My current life isn't interesting. That, though, is a lie I need to stop telling myself. Around every corner, around every bend in the commute to school and work, is an opportunity to live and to see and to breath in the beautiful craziness of this life, and to tell it as it is, raw truth. There is no waiting to be done. Write about the messy rooms and the rainy drives and the days that never seem to make it to the horizon. Don't wait for an adventure to Paris or New York to start your story, start in now. In the midst of red lights and spilled coffee and broken words and hellos and goodbyes. Because this, this is life. #wordsitellmyself #messywrites #selectedampersand #vscocam #thatsdarling #fromwhereiwrite

[jonwhite001]

Writing session today next to The Reverend @nedwardson #🔥 #fromwhereiwrite (at The Stirring. We Love. We Make Disciples.)

[riseandwild]

In the window between night and morning, I wake from slumber. Drawn curtains illuminate dawn, the trees outside still silent from birdsong. Neighbours’ kettles not yet boiled, except, I expect, for the man at 56 coming home from an evening security shift, brew the taste of Yorkshire tea leaves along my tongue. From where I write, I lie, cocooned in freshly changed bedsheets, awake before a world made up on Vale Street.

[jonwhite001]

Filthy smog check shop waiting room = perfect writing spot #exodusthebook #tellyourstory #fromwhereistand #fromwhereiwrite

[lifeofshirls]

California Bliss #fromwhereiwrite