It’s been a long time since I have written a blog. I have written snippets here and there but lately I haven’t done any REAL writing.
“Real” to me means intentional writing. Part of my writing practice is about developing my stories and allowing myself to be guided by my characters.
I have felt a shift in my creativity. I’ve been lacking in inspiration, a subject to be explored, a message, a purpose, and my intention…
For the first time in a long time I feel like I have nothing to say. I don’t believe in writers block but somehow the well feels dry.
So today I woke up and did yoga, planned my day and am at my desk…
The pen feels like it weighs 100 lbs. My arms feel exhausted as it moves across this page. But I am going to stay with it. That’s what we are called to do as writers come to the page and see what happens.
I opened a book sitting on my desk called Dismantled page 47 a poem by Cristina Garcia titled, Elias, the lines she writes:
“One of two
What does forever mean?”
Stories of hope…
Stories of adversity…
Stories of the crushing realities…
Stories of what it means to be a black/brown girl/lesbian woman in America…
How far have we really come?
I am grateful for sleep, rest, relaxation and meditation. I love easing into my day slowly and peacefully.
I am grateful for honoring where I am in this moment and not beating myself up when I haven’t achieved a goal.
I am grateful for the womyn I write with daily many of which I haven’t met and do not know. There is comfort in writing our stories together, the collective human story and standing in our truth.
I am grateful for literature, authors, books, libraries, bookstores… these are the writers museums and our schools of learning.
I am grateful for yoga… it has been a while… my most favorite practice.
Today I tag Chantell, Natasha, lizzie p, Damaris, Christy