There are days when everything seems in focus.  It is on those days my writing comes easier and seems more reflective of what I am feeling and even a bit odd.  Today didn't start out that way, I woke up feeling rested and looking forward to going out with my husband tonight, but the story I ended up writing for my blog flowed from one word to the next, needing almost no editing.  It came from some place inside without much effort.  The first one in awhile that hasn't required an extended session of adding, subtracting or rearranging of words to produce a finished story of the right length.  A story that resonates with me on a level below my consciousness producing a feeling of something pending, something on the horizon, unseen.  Is this truly a sense of change coming or am I simply unwinding from the events of the last couple of weeks and changes brought by traveling to places I haven't been to before and the new addition to the family?

What I do know is the act of reading and writing, whether it's journaling or creative fiction, allows a person to release and explore their thoughts and feelings, providing them with insight and grounding them in a way that makes coping with the abrupt, unexpected shifts in life easier.