getting outta my own way.
/wanting to write on a weekly basis, but not believing in myself enough to do so.
holding myself back from writing because i have not been doing it since the beginning, a beginning which does not have a footing in any time space continuum of my life. where do i start? what do i say? who i am writing to? for?
all of these reasons and the dogs. those are my excuses. and any others i conjure while doing EVERY DAMN thing except sitting down to write. i am unravelling my resistance to writing regularly, consistently.
so i am collecting the pictures i take of my surroundings. as i walk around the yard, i dream in lines of poetry that never make it to the page. hoping something will catch my attention long enough to make it to the keyboard.
we got a frost this week. the apple blossoms turned brown and now the lilacs are falling from branches in the wind. i picked them up this morning and filled my empty tea cup. i sat on the porch and picked each individual flower off its stem and dropped it into a teal green bowl.
below are ways i am going to support my desire to write more consistently.
schedule time on calendar. no clients, no dogs, no errands. just writing time.
read more poetry. it inspires me.
listen to less stories. the audio file has been the death of my creativity lately.
stay hydrated. its helps lubricate the brain and body.
drink my herbs. they support my nervous system.
communicate with friends. they are endless sources of joy and love.
create projects that have accountability built in. daily practices etc.
being in relationship with space, noticing my surroundings. leaving room in silence, finding release in my creativity. trusting myself. these are the strategies, i hope to cultivate in this iteration of existence shelley and i are carving.
putting down roots to support what we want in the future. a home of our own, an art practice that i share with you and a career that excites my brain and returns thanks to earth. my practice is where this dream first took flight and i’d like to revive it, dedicate myself to its vessel. accepting where it has delivered me today and where it will take me in my future.
with love cathlinstar