Seasons come and seasons go, and in doing so, everything that once was cold, bleak and desperate, in time, becomes clear, vibrant and alive again.  And such has been the case for me.  Over the last year, my heart has healed, my energy has rebounded and I have come into new space and time.  Unfortunately, this means my writing has stalled too.  *Insert shoulder shrug* You see… without the ammunition of pain spurring me along, I must admit… I’m not as motivated to express myself in this way these days.  Quite honestly living feels just too doggone good.

The truth is, mine has always been the kind of writing that comes from within the cavernous places of my heart so once I’ve climbed and dug my way out of life’s valleys, basking in the pure sunshine of it all just feels so good it’s easy to abandon this part of myself.

Lately though, I’ve come to realize the beauty in trying my best to write from a place of peace, happiness and contentment.  What version of myself will I find amongst the words and phrases that spill out so easily in dark seasons?  What new light can I shed on myself and what new inspiration can take flight within me if I challenge myself to lean into this light?

I’m up for the task and I’m welcoming this new year of life with this “attitude of gratitude”.  And I think, no less believe, that with this platitude I will let my pen play for awhile, exploring this new space and finding new voice.

Frolicking freely through new feelings and new thoughts, I’m excited to discover myself in this way. A brightness and newness in me, that albeit refreshing and welcomed, quite honestly is unknown.  It’s been years since I’ve rebirthed in this way.  I’m grateful it was my time.




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