Every once in a while it’s helpful to do a free write. With a free write, there are no rules except to, well, write. You can touch upon whatever you wish as long as you have your pen swiftly shaping words on a page until the timer stops. I like to use free writes to open a group to help participants engage in what one of my college professors called “clearing your throat.” Sometimes there’s just something you need to get out before you can share what you really want to convey.
So, without further adieu, here’s a bit of my throat clearing.
Oh how I wish I could go to San Francisco… Kinda sounds like a song, doesn’t it? I have these romantic notions for San Fran, and California in general. Something about going south sounds appealing to me. North seems too cold, too dead.
Down towards warmth and culture… that’s where I want to go. I yearn to be on a plane, or a car. Hell, I’d even go for a motorcycle. I have this itch that only a stretch of road, heading endlessly to the horizon, can scratch.
There’s a leash that holds me back. Its fibers are comprised of distance, money and time. I don’t have a strong enough knife to cut through it, but most of the time I an fool myself into thinking I’m free. Just knowing that skies, roads and rivers are out there, paved with the promise of escape, is enough to quell my urge to run.
And besides, I can always run free on the page.
