My creative self has been struggling.
I have been consumed and obsessed with the state of our country and planet> My desire to write has been stifled. I feared perhaps killed.
But that isn’t the case.
I don’t think I’m alone in this fear and anger.
Fear and anger have their place, but apparently, it’s not a good place for writing words.
I’m good here on my blog, although I feel everything I’ve written for months has been strained. I keep waiting for the creativity to come back around.
Anyway, I expressed this feeling to a Facebook writer’s group. My dear friend, Elly Lonon contacted me and asked for my address. By the way, Elly wrote a graphic novel called Amongst The Liberal Elite. You should buy it. She is amazing.
So, a few weeks later, I received a painting that Elly created for me.
She wrote a lovely note on the back reminding me I do too create. I still paint. I garden. I still make pretty things. I love her so bad and everything she said was exactly what my tired brain needed to hear.
The colors in the picture are perfect for our bedroom.
I see this picture every day and am reminded I am loved and reminded that art is art.
I know I’ll find my way back to myself. I know I will. I know life is hard right now. But this is what life is right now. We all have to cope.
I decided to push myself a little bit.
I performed an open mic a week ago. I had fun. I got laughs.
I wrote new words and I’m going back next Monday.
- Make something pretty.
- Cook some good food.
- Write someone a letter.
- Put art out in the universe.
We need it so bad right now.