Ever since Trump took office my creativity has had as much moisture as the dust bowl. My writing has been reduced to endless tweets that get angrier every time I post. Finally, spring has arrived and along with it some moisture. Things feel less restricted and my creativity has started to flow. I feel a strong pull to explore internal and external landscapes that are richer–greener. Less scorched.
I am working on a new book. It’s memoirish and experimental. It’s about Mothers, The Divine Mother and some of my experiences on a Shakti Path. I will post updates as it unfolds.
Over the years I’ve started and ended several blogs. Some fared better than others. Since a new book is taking shape, I thought it would be a good idea to create and keep a blog. In hopes of longevity, I am not going to hold myself to a certain schedule or number of posts in a week. I am going to free myself and focus on falling in love again with words and how they look on the page and feel on my tongue. I am enjoying the newness of spring, the feeling of rebirth and renewal as everything wakes up. I want to bring this newness to how I engage with blogging, writing, crafting stories and communicating.