Whenever I read your words about your loss of your poetic voice, they are poetic. It's there, always there, and always spilling out. I've read over your past few posts and there is no info on what has been so very difficult for you. Not the farm, the farm sustains you. A mystery you be. I wish you easier times, a clear connection to your own source, and abundance of all stripes.
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Aaaah... And here comes the reminder that I am loved on by a loving stranger who keeps checking in on my soul through my rants. I'll gather the courage to drop a dm on discord but thank you so much for the concern. I am welcoming the easier times :)
We never did have that discord chat did we? I don't go there very often, but I think I'd get an email if you contacted me.
You are loved by way more than I. I know that you know this too.
OK that's a very lame attempt at a 5/7/5. I haven't been writing anything at all for a while now, I just don't want to. It's strange. I don't want to take photos, I don't want to blab about my day, I don't want to be thinking grand and lofty things. I just want to be. I like it here.
I do have to do a garden journal post though. Maybe that will jumpstart my blogging career, which brings me in a big 25 cents an hour for my time. Can you feel just how much I want to do this post? erg I'm gonna talk myself right outta it if I keep this up.
Thank you for listening to me think out loud.
xo
We never did but I gathered enough courage and left you a message there. Can you please take a peek and leave me your mail there? Also looking for one @trucklife-family on discord too... Can you help?
Not writing and like it there? I wish I knew what that felt like. I always want to write but I am never sure about what or sometimes how to. I overthink it to a point of talking myself out of it... Like I can see you doing with that garden journal, sigh.
The 5/7/5 attempt was perfect for my soul... 💕