My initial explorations were very rough and disparate with no clear practice or routines. Unsurprisingly, I made little or no progress.
But a year and half ago I finial went along to a calligraphy lesson.
This was very different.
- It was planned
- The activities were repetitive
- There was a style to emulate
At that time I was struggling with what St. John of the cross called “the dark night of the soul”. My mind was a mess of thoughts, considerations and darkness. Things felt bleak and thinking didn’t help.
Calligraphy got me into a state of flow that helped clear my mind. It didn’t have an immediate effect and I need some good conversations, a resetting of good routines and some time to process thoughts slowly but I emerged the other side.
This Wednesday I went to a calligraphy class again. It wasn’t to escape the pit, but to elevate up to flow again. I chose a different style (copperplate) using equipment and techniques I was unfamiliar with to increase the challenge.
I hope to continue these classes as this mindfulness practice does my soul a world of good…and it’s just cool to write well.