Vows or intentions come upon me, rise like yeast bubbles, and there they are. This one is to spend from 10:00 a.m. to 12 noon Monday thru Friday on my writing. That's writing, leaving blogging aside, because I'd become aware that writing a post was usually taking an hour and a half.
Practice, what is practice? It is an activity undertaken in a disciplined way with the end of advancing spiritually. Now, I don't like that word "advancing," so say "with the end of being with Oneself." Many people say "with the Divine." I don't think like that. In Soto Zen there is supposedly no end, just sit like a frog. Your reflections on what a practice is, and why, are welcome.
This entry isn't going to take me long because I'm not going to go down that beckoning path. But indeed, going back to making my (real) writing a top priority does represent some kind of long-worked gradual awakening for me. Doing your real work, that's a practice for a great many artists and writers, and not enough normal people.