Writing nourishes me in a way few other things in life do. It’s my connection to the Source, my opening to the Universe. When I put pen to paper or fingers to computer keys, it’s like a wave crashing: easy, effortless, natural.
Except when it isn’t.
There are times when the words don’t flow, where I can’t find the space I need to create, where my life in general seems so wildly tense and out of control that I need to rely on to-do lists and chocolate to make it through.
Such madness has been the last two weeks.
I’m not ready to make any public announcements yet, but spring is bringing some big changes with it besides flowering trees and warmer winds. I’m wildly excited.
Thoroughly exhausted too.
Making preparations for new adventures has been overwhelming, and along the way, I’ve lost the balance I need in my life. So, besides adding new clients to my calendar, I’m also adding in some quality “me” time, to feed myself, to relax, to pull myself out of the whirlpool that I’ve been in.
And somewhere in there, I’ll find myself again, as a blogger, as a creative, as a Zen master-in-training (or at least as someone who breathes more and balances better).
P.S. Promise to have more news for you soon. Some of you may already know what it is…