{"id":4830,"date":"2026-04-04T05:52:42","date_gmt":"2026-04-04T13:52:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/?p=4830"},"modified":"2026-04-04T06:03:26","modified_gmt":"2026-04-04T14:03:26","slug":"writing-from-the-unconscious","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/?p=4830","title":{"rendered":"Writing from the Unconscious"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Writing<strong> from the Unconscious<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-4833 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/wayofstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Saraswati.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"236\" height=\"363\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Saraswati.jpg 236w, https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Saraswati-195x300.jpg 195w, https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Saraswati-220x338.jpg 220w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 236px) 100vw, 236px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>Due to some medical challenges and house repairs, the writing of a new book<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>has been set aside. Last month, in March, an odd thing happened and more than once. As if my conscious mind had stopped writing during the day, at night during sleep, the unconscious took over and began to create poems. Hence, upon awakening, a poem would arrive in tact. Here are two examples:<\/strong><\/p>\n<h2><em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/strong><\/em><em><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0COCOON<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Upon awaking, a cloud of malaise encircles. <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>America, a country created by immigrants,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Now a country at war with itself,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Moral fatigue from watching the daily news<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Causes a routine retreat <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>To a remembered fetal safe haven<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Nowhere to go, nothing to do, <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Day becomes Night, Night, Day.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Turning within, <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Safely leaving the maddening world behind,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Covers over my head<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Returning to the primal cocoon:<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Bed.<\/strong><\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong>TIME CYCLES BACK<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>They say that Nero danced and played <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>as Rome was burning.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Quick! Give the man a fiddle<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>while in resigned horror<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>We watch today as the world burns<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>once again\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I feel as though since my conscious mind stopped writing, the unconscious said, \u201cOK, if you won\u2019t write during the day, I\u2019ll take over and do it.\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Another curious thing. I wrote poems from the age of 7 until I was 26 then wrote plays, films, television, and books \u2013 but no poems &#8211; until now.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I think writing has its own magical timing and process. All we must do is not get in the way. And who knows, perhaps soon outer distractions will subside, allowing the conscious writer to return once again.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>For monthly blog, writing consults, &amp; psychic readings visit<\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\"><strong>wayofstory.com<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Writing from the Unconscious Due to some medical challenges and house repairs, the writing of a new book has been set aside. Last month, in March, an odd thing happened and more than once. As if my conscious mind had stopped writing during the day, at night during sleep, the unconscious took over and began [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4833,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,37],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-catherine-ann-jones","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4830","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4830"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4838,"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4830\/revisions\/4838"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4833"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wayofstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}