Sunday Morning

Although I am not much of a fan of Sue Monk Kidd’s books, I started reading her new book on writing last night.   Thank God for books like THIS. I think the last book I had a similar response to was Sally Mann’s. I will share excerpts when I am finished. 

I also watched Out of Body, the Netflix documentary on Noah Kahan. I got a lot of support for the creative process out of this too and loved learning about this creative’s inner challenges. 

Yesterday was a fits and starts day in the studio. These are days that feel yanky. I do not know how to describe them but just to say, there is no flow. I tried three different times. 

I have seasons of my life where it almost feels like a crater opens something new up in me. This is one of those times. The last “season” of something similar that I can think of that was like this was the fall of 2024. 

Something is very different and, right now, there is more grief or fear than any ounce of hope (this is usually how these phases start with me) I’ve had enough of these times to know they are catalysts for a new “frontier”

I am just going to let myself be sad (when I wake up, I am so sad.  I have NEVER been sad at this time of day before). I’ll keep feeling the fear, too, while trusting that the hope (new frontier) will come. 

I also struggle with transitions of ALL KINDS. Moving from studio work to summer camp season always feels like the biggest hurdle. This year the hurdle feels higher. This is why I give myself May. 

2 tiny (but mighty) treasures from Writing, Creativity and Soul by Sue Monk Kidd:

Give up all the other worlds 

Except the one to which you belong. 

                - David Whyte 

Anything or anyone that does not bring you alive, is too small for you.  - Sue Monk Kidd