When the creative winds shift

Weekly compendium?

If you notice, there are no posts below in this weekly compendium. Nope, this is it!

The creative winds are shifting for me again. I’m learning to ride these waves rather than fight them. It’s been great posting daily for the last few months or so. It’s given me the boost I need to get back into the creative flow and was just what the doctor ordered.

However, as of late, I’ve felt like I’ve been striving for quantity over quality. And that’s not what anyone needs - especially with the expanding waistlines of our email inboxes and social feeds these days (happy election season, y’all!).

Another thing that struck me was… I’m getting really bored of myself here. Ha! I know, it’s wild to admit! But it’s true. I think I’ve been falling into the trap of what a lot of spiritual writers fall into - the trap of heaviness and abstraction. We lose our playfulness and joy and sink under the world's weight. We forget how to speak about the finitude of our own particular lives, and everything becomes a grand concept or principle.

Sometimes, this is good. It has a place. Concepts and principles help us navigate life. But if that’s all you dwell in, you easily lose touch. You lose your spark and your work becomes a chore. The world becomes humorless and serious and loses its romance. (And this is the opposite of why we fall in love with spirituality to begin with - because it adds joy and freedom to our lives!)

Anyhow… I want to have more of a focus here. Again, popping off a quick musing about what’s on my mind every day has been nice. But I’m wanting to make more of this space. To give it more of a direction and intention. I hope to have more on this in the coming weeks.

For now, I’ll close by wishing you a blessed week ahead. I’m happy to announce that autumn has come to the California central coast. When we first moved here last year, we lived closer to the shore, where there were only palm trees and a few evergreens. I didn’t even know fall was happening. I fell into this weird, low-key reverse seasonal depression where I wanted to see signs of fall, but was met with open skies, sparkling water, and sand (I know, can you believe I’m actually complaining about this?). In this area, fall is actually our sunniest time of year, it seems. But now we live in this canyon in the forest. The maple trees here are straight-up FLEXING with yellows and oranges right now. So I'm delighted to see that fall actually does come here.

Autumnal blessings to you and yours. As always, thanks for being on the other side of this transmission. Until next time...