My spirit has been silent, inspiration in hibernation. I search for inspiration to write...book two, poetry, articles, even a blog or two...but my mind is in limbo.
So much time was spent searching and thinking about looking for a job to support myself and Bear. My mind and spirit are tired.
I started a job 2 months ago, and I am grateful for the financial income. I am grateful that it is a good place to work...totally non-corporate culture, and easy 10 minute drive.
Yet, I am somewhat sad that I have to do this to support myself. With a full time job now and household responsibilities, the only one to run the errands and take care of the house. I am too tired and have no quality time to be creative.
I have often felt guilty that I am not like other writers who eke out 15 minutes or a quick hour here and there to work on their writing. I tried that with my book, but it doesn't work for me that way. My poetry is different. When I am inspired with an idea for a poem, it usually comes pretty quickly. Yet, there has been no inspiration for some time now, and that saddens me.
I dream of freedom ... freedom from the need to work to support myself, freedom of time to be, to dream, to communicate with others and nature...to spend the rest of my life doing what I love most and sharing it with the world.
Ah, I dream of coming out of Limbo, of my spirit soaring with joy and excitement as inspiration lives and breaths within me, and spill out onto the pages.
