cold air
hot steam
Have you written anything new?
They ask
My words are still here,
I hope yours are too.
The vibe is deep lavender skies and bugs fluttering under the lamplight
It is fluorescents lighting up the pavement so it looks purple too
Cars shining in the night like an old movie or a normal evening, here on Earth
Love is responding, not reacting
Love is listening without judgment
Love is seeing beyond illusions
Love is seeing with the heart
Love is being here now
300 words a day
I admit the well feels a little dry
I’ve fallen out of the habit
And my last two entries feel like lies —
They’re totally unfinished
Hot and steaming like just-poured French press
Lines tight like the vertical ribs in my tank top
There is a tiny rip in my pants
I am visions of gold and plaid
Below are three lengthy affirmations for releasing limiting beliefs about comparison and competition. When we put too much energy into comparing ourselves to others, we sabotage the creative process.
Today I got up and I drank some water
and I did some morning pages like a good writer
and I waited a while before I put my pants on
and I wore mismatched socks