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darren r hill : writer, minstrel and journal keeper

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Journaling, a metaphor to my soul


To journal is to share a little piece of my soul, my very being. It is personal. It has to be in my language. It can only be compiled by me. It is me.

What metaphor is your journal?

It can be private, public or curated. Unique, like your DNA, a recorded fingerprint. A secret path only you have travelled. It is a map for your journey. It has the signposts, the wayside inns, the views, the friendships.

It is a time machine looking back along the path you have travelled but also glimpsing the future. Your plans, your dreams, your goals can all be here. It can see years ahead, the next month, the next week, and the day ahead as you take your first awakened breath.

It is a ledger of deeds, of thoughts, of hurts, of desires. It is a ledger that is all yours. Your profits, your losses, your credits and debits. In your own currency with your unique exchange rates.

  • Your journal
  • Your system
  • Your rules: planarchism
  • Your metaphor to your soul.

Enjoy your journaling…

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Latte Loquacity – Too much silence, too many thoughts


It is very quiet at the coffice this morning. There are only four people sitting around, plus a couple of staff. I am a little early and it is a Monday morning, so that might explain the quiet.

The top topic is a deal from the Daily Mail. It is causing a headache for the staff as it doesn’t seem to have been quite thought through… no surprise from the Daily Mail there then.

The few people sitting around are all on their own. We are all lonely souls sitting apart together. There are no conversations apart from those ordering their caffeine fix.

The problem with silence is that it brings along its companion space. Together they make a large room where thoughts and feelings have the ability to run around and play. Too much silence and space and I begin to lose focus and wander into the dark corners of the room. Here lurk the what might have been things and the why did I do that conversation.

They lure me in and, without realising it, I am there, engaging with them and their paralysing lifestyles. I only came in for a coffee and, ironically, a little quiet to do some writing work. It’s not good, I might never find my way out of this room’s dark corners.

But, a moment of enlightenment, or existential bliss. For an instant, I am taken aback by what I do have. How blessed I am. The people I know. The friends I have. The what has been and the I did that. I am drawn back into the light. The room’s corners are still there but I am not lost in them.

Now, it’s time to head to the Post Office, a place of existential bliss if ever there was one.

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Weaving words, sculpting sound – music Monday


These are my songs. 
This is my soul.

 

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The dangers of list addiction


I was feeling overwhelmed recently. When that happens I turn to the journal, or journals, or scraps of paper, or walls and make lists. This clears my head and I feel relaxed. I then find I have far too many lists and once again I feel overwhelmed. This is the danger of list addiction.

I’m an addict. It has been one day since my last list. Come and have a look at what I have been up to in this week’s journal video.

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