I'm glad you are giving yourself permission to be where you are. I'm in a similar place. A few weeks ago I was feeling badly about not showing up in my online communities in the way I want to, and then I realized that I just can't right now. Betrayals that alter reality are exhausting. Take care of yourself.
🩷 I try to take each one as it comes and follow what mood I’m in. For me, they’re death anniversaries. Sometimes I ignore it, and others I want to engage in a gesture or remembrance.
Keep simmering, my friend, I know the soup you make will eventually be so nourishing to you and to us. I so understand the ebb and flow of these seasons, I'm in a fairly dormant one now when it comes to the new novel I'd been so excited about some months ago. I want to stir the pot but I can't even get myself to the kitchen! This, these words...they poured ME into a story:"I feel stuck in a soup of words, swirling around and around, evading the ladle that will scoop me out with the right words and pour us into a story." And that story is a writer trying to find her way back to her words, to the recipe she knows by heart but eludes her just now. I know what a natural storyteller you are. I've tasted your soups! I've no doubt you'll find your way to something delicious soon.
I'm glad you are giving yourself permission to be where you are. I'm in a similar place. A few weeks ago I was feeling badly about not showing up in my online communities in the way I want to, and then I realized that I just can't right now. Betrayals that alter reality are exhausting. Take care of yourself.
Permission all around to just do what we can! You take care too, Rita. xo
🩷 I try to take each one as it comes and follow what mood I’m in. For me, they’re death anniversaries. Sometimes I ignore it, and others I want to engage in a gesture or remembrance.
Peg, this is a good reminder that anniversaries don’t always hit the same way every year. I’m glad you take them as they come! 💜
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Keep simmering, my friend, I know the soup you make will eventually be so nourishing to you and to us. I so understand the ebb and flow of these seasons, I'm in a fairly dormant one now when it comes to the new novel I'd been so excited about some months ago. I want to stir the pot but I can't even get myself to the kitchen! This, these words...they poured ME into a story:"I feel stuck in a soup of words, swirling around and around, evading the ladle that will scoop me out with the right words and pour us into a story." And that story is a writer trying to find her way back to her words, to the recipe she knows by heart but eludes her just now. I know what a natural storyteller you are. I've tasted your soups! I've no doubt you'll find your way to something delicious soon.
Amy, you are very kind! I know we'll both get back to the kitchen soon to tend to our soups. I so appreciate your words. xo