Dry Spell

I haven't written since February....

Not really, anyway...not as much as would be good for me.

I know what I want to write. I know what happens in Aires and Isabo's story. At least, I know the big stuff. Many times what I think is about to happen is hijacked by the characters' thoughts, actions or motives. So, you never REALLY know what's about to happen...But I have a broad brush stroke image of the rest of their adventure.

Lack of inspiration, or direction, is not the problem.

I'll tell you what is.

Creativity of any kind comes from a place in your spirit. What is going on with your spirit is going to determine what, or if, you create. If I'm stuggling to create, I know that I'm not in tune with myself.

Back when I was in high school and life was tough at home, or I had some romance drama weighing on my mind... I would write that gloomy, teenage angst poetry. It was a good way to release my pent up emotions.

If I read it now, it provides me a brief glimpse into that girl's spirit.

I still remember her.

She's still here.

But it is cool to hear her words once in a while.

Moral of the story, if you're sad or have a bad case of the blues, maybe you should let it all out.

Paint that picture of a boat adrift on a stormy sea. Take that photo of a lost rock. Tie dye a black t-shirt (Don't worry, that one's hard to mess up! haha!) Write some poetry that would make a goth girl cry. Make a playdough Mr. Bill.

Create whatever you need to, to deal with your blues.

Art of any kind, is therapeutic.

I know this.

So, what gives?

Honestly, I have been feeling down.

I've been letting my circumstances outweigh the strength of my heart.

I've shutdown...imprisoned myself in a bubble of Netflix and sleep.

Your bubble might be different. But I bet why we made them might be pretty similar.

I think we all go through times like these...

Letting the actions of others rob us of our joy. Allowing other people's attitudes to effect our sense of self worth. Empowering our environment, at the expense of our peace.

So, I say, "No More!" (And, so should you, gentle reader.)

Take back your Peace,

Your Grace,

Your Joy,

Your Power.

Renew your Spirit...

Go for a walk.

Write about the raindrops on your cheek.

Yes, they feel like tears.

But tears can be of joy just as easily as of sorrow.

Let no one choose your tears, except you.

Maybe they're what breaks that dry spell...