// where we go home //

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What I think many don’t understand is that a writer is always turning back toward the writing. That we are either in that space, in that other space which we occupy alone, which we sink into with such reverence and need, or we are trying to get back to it, trying to understand and pull pieces out of the sky which belong to it.

We are an eternal return, an infinite homecoming.

It’s like we have a little invisible drawer where we keep the sacred special secret things and we keep bringing bits back: bits of nature, of emotion, of light, color, taste, texture, sound, impulse, desire, hunger, heartbreak, anger, fear, whatever – everything. Imagery, science, the painting on the wall in a dream – everything.

And we are trying  very earnestly to make sure we don’t miss any of it, not one thing, not one blade of grass or shadow or skinned knee. Not one memory or insight or glimpse of this One divine thing which we don’t know, but we know.

We know and we don’t know, that’s the mystery, that’s why we gather so many things – we don’t know how or why but we know they go together, somehow. Somehow all things go together, they fit, they hinge.

All things, all creatures, all words are turning back into themselves, there is an order threading through the chaos.

We know it on some level which grips at the veins. That the puzzle has no edges but it does have seams and this is where the magic is, in the creases.

Somewhere in the fitting together of the random bits, we find peace, we find meaning.

We do not know where the work will take us, but we know this is our work.

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15 thoughts on “// where we go home //

    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Oh, I’m so glad dear friend. I almost didn’t share this little piece, it is not very polished, just some thought trails threaded through the end of any given evening. 🙂 Much love for the writers doing their thing, like we do. ❤

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  1. Jessica Jordan

    I never really thought about the returning to writing as opening an invisible drawer of treasures. I absolutely love this visual and I think that I will keep this with me. It’s so absolutely right.

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  2. jimmicampkin

    I can’t imagine not being a writer. And I’m not talking about a successful literary career. I mean, just writing in general. I’ve gone weeks, sometimes months, sometimes close to a year without doing it. I’ve adopted other forms of creativity to fill gaps – music, painting, drawing, photography. But I always come back to writing. It’s just always there, like the memory of a first love.

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  3. LoveLee

    “We are an eternal return, an infinite homecoming.” Yes, we come home to pages and words and phrases because when we write, that is the only time we fully understand or not at all. Thank you for sharing, your words speak to my heart.

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