Morning Pages

Today I burnt my morning pages when I lit the fire. Curiously satisfying to get rid of them and not horde them like I usually do. My house is full of scraps of paper covered with lines of poetry and half written stories. Diaries from the age of fourteen and all the notebooks I have ever used to write in.

All stored in boxes and drawers. I keep them because they are a permanent record of whatever I was thinking, hoping and dreaming at that age and one day I may want to remember.

But these words are just there for the moment they were written in and can be cast aside, they are impermanent. A release from my constant desire to create words to pin down.

'Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages– they are not high art. They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind– and they are for your eyes only. Occasionally colorful, more often than not Morning Pages are negative, fragmented, repetitive or bland. Good! Worrying about your job, the laundry, the weird look your friend gave you – all that stuff distracts you from your creativity. It eddies through your subconsciousness and muddies your day. Get it on the page first thing in the morning and move on with your day with a freer spirit.' Julia Cameron