Honest Escape
I wanted to share something beautiful today. I wanted to walk with words and have you walk with me. Instead, I walked alone, tending to myself for a time. It was needed.
It was strange, coming back to the place of words and feeling weary of the page. I've never experienced it before. Writer's block, yes, but word-weariness, no.
I had to think about it. What had happened? After my time wandering woods in silence--a much needed escape--I think I know.
I have been telling the truth. It is hard, hard work. I have been honest about the hurt, pain, fear and trials I am going through. Every time I sit down, regardless of what I want to write, this is what escapes. And it has tired me. I am exhausted.
The truth of my life right now even falls into my fiction. I felt trapped. Lost. Ready to quit for a minute. Lay down, declare defeat. I needed to locate the hinge so I could know where to push and shift.
Today, breath is the hinge. I trod softly into that doorway. I see a light. I'm almost through.
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I've ever felt before the same thing.
Thank you.
Beautiful. I find that meditating and connecting to nature really helps me regain touch with my higher creative self. Wish the best for you~Bless
Thank you. I'm glad I am taking the time.
beautiful post congratulations
Thank you :)
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Writer's block has been a fortress to many great writers. I am glad you were able to break free from its suffocating grip and find a way to reach the doorway of light. The journey through the various terrains of our struggles can be a tedious and draining endurance but our tenacity and ability to adapt, even while wounded, will only reinforce our soul and sharpen our mind. Keep growing and writing. Thank you for sharing this, Upvoted