Ramblings.

Again, here I am showing up, with no clue of what’s going to pour out. This is my practice right now. Connecting to what wants to be written and created and giving it space to.

There’s no rush or hurry. There’s no timeline. I might show up and nothing may happen. I might show up and liquid gold may pour out of me.

The other day, I could not stop writing. There were pages and pages of things that poured out. A part of me is tempted to go back to that day and those writings and post one of them on here, just to say I showed up and posted something. But that’s not showing up to create.

I still might post some of those writings or I might not. Who knows?

There’s a part of me that feels pressure right now. I’m putting that pressure on myself. When the pressure is there, creativity doesn’t happen. My energy is going towards pressuring myself to do something instead of going toward connecting with myself and all that I’d like to create.

I have these times, moments, where I’m disconnected to the source of my creativity. Usually, there’s something in the way. A memory, an emotion, a constricting of sorts, an action that I didn’t take at some point in my life that felt true, something I didn’t voice or say out loud or a bowel movement. I believe people call this creative block (writer’s block), what have you.

Well, if something opens up later or shifts and I get access to my source and some liquid gold, I’ll be sure to come back and share it.

With love,

E.