2 a.m... Can't sleep.
As always, thank you for the incredible love, vulnerability and comfort you shared with me in the comments. What a treasure.
The weekend went as well as it could.
I'd like to share a bit of writing I did in January.
The task given: create an invocation to your muse. Ten minutes, no editing.
Invocation to my muse, my creative spark
Snowflake, sparkle, dream-
I see you scurrying from the light
dancing into the shadow.
But please, with my whole searching heart I ask you,
I invite you: stay with me now.
I will listen to your tinkling chimes
I will hear your purring and I will pet your soft belly to hear it ever louder.
Shimmer in the daylight, enchant me under the stars, entice me in the depths of my
I am your willing audience
Your most devoted scribe.
Stay with me my glimmer, my smirk and wink- I am yours.
I will plant each image in a bed of paint and glitter.
I will water them with sweat, giddy laughter, and yes- heartbreak.
I will tend to them with my inky, dirt-covered hands.
Come to me- I will take care of you.
Rest your head in my lap and I will tease stories from your hair.
Though I'm not always crazy about my own writing ( damn that inner critic! ), I love reading this invocation because it reminds me of how vital my creativity is to my wellbeing. How much a part of me it is- it's my spunk, my joy...my hope.
I encourage you to give this exercise a try- post on your own blog or keep it for yourself, whatever feels good. You could even do a spontaneous one in the comments if you like - single sentence or a tangle of paragraphs. But of course, no pressure.
dang. now it's almost 3 a.m.
Getting up at 7 to walk for an hour with a friend. Trying to get back on track with working out. Gonna go to Trader Joe's to get some good food instead of living on bagels and Cap'n Crunch.
It's a start.