It’s been a minute since I’ve written here. I keep thinking about blogging, with ideas for posts coming to me… and then those musings pass without being written, and the blog remains dusty and without new thoughts.
It’s been a time of few words.
Oh, I’ve had words, of course. Talks and texts and phone calls with friends. Captions on instagram posts and facebook updates. Brain-and-emotion-dumping in morning pages and messy-raw-art-journaling.
But writing here, as well as fiction writing, hasn’t been flowing.
Creative flow in general, however, has been happening, and I’m so grateful. Creativity helps me (hugely!) in connecting with joy. It helps me get through difficult days when physical symptoms or anxiety flare. It nourishes my soul.
I’ve been painting at the easel regularly – acrylic on canvas.
I’m participating in #the100DayProject (which began April 2) with my project of 100 Days of Watercolor Playing.
And faces (along with some words) have been showing up in my quick pencil sketches.
Sometimes one avenue of creativity slows down for a while, and another wants to come through us in a larger way.
That’s what has been happening with me lately. And I’m going with the flow.