I love words.
I am a writer. I write loads of little words and big words and words that I find tickle my fingers when I type them ~
I love it when something makes *just so much sense* and the words will just come flowing out, and the writing is effortless and freeing? When it seems as though I don't have to think too hard? When my head is in agreement with my heart?
Then there are hard times when the words don't come. They don't want to~
Writing is *heart work*-- isn't it?
(last week of three hearts art journaling class)
Many times, including this past week, I haven't understood my own feelings. I struggle to understand why I am frustrated, why something irritates my daily routine (like making lunch?), or why it is that I am having a crazy love relationship with paint -- when I have never had one before.
I do what I know works~
I write. I sit with my tattered notebook - the ugly one that no one cares to look in - and speak out the words of my head and heart.
Sometimes it takes listing what is in my head:
need to buy milk
why doesn't that last ewe deliver
laundry is ready to turn over
can I find a way to exercise just half of my body?
do i have to wash the kitchen floor today or can i do it tomorrow
where is that old quilt i need for a photo shoot today?
And once the list of messy gets out...I can see and feel and understand more clearly where I am in this place.
Do you have a helpful way to clear your head, too?
When none of that works, I just go out here and sit in the grass and talk to my friends~
Sometimes words need to be spoken out loud, given a voice, vented, whispered, prayed or put to music and sung?
Thankfully, these girls are really good listeners (they even like my singing!)
love & lambs to you~