Quiet thoughts, a touch of storytelling magic, and a little warmth on cold nights โ where the blue moon keeps our secrets and hearts feel a little less alone๐
I'm sorry for being away. Life continues to be challenging. I've been experiencing more health issues. I'll survive. I'm sending love to my readers. Have a blessed day. Don't forget to find a moment to do something that makes you feel good. Even if it's only for a few minutes. ๐
I'm struggling with finding purpose. When I was raising my children it was clear but now it's not as obvious. I thought the right path would have presented itself by now. Maybe in the future, I'll look back and realize I was already traveling towards my next story. See you there.
When I share pieces of my life, I'm often met with disbelief and shock. Much of my life is unique, filled with magical blessings and unimaginable pain. Sadly there are some things that aren't as rare as they should be. I'm sorry to see you suffering quietly. I can feel it too.
I'm thinking about all the possibilities and trying to remain optimistic, but it's hard to feel comfortable with the idea that nothing will go wrong. I've lived a life of unlikely and rare misfortune. I'm afraid to move. I keep thinking about worst case scenarios. PTSD holds me.
I'll be returning tomorrow unless something comes to me later. Make sure you do something that makes you feel good before going to sleep. For me, it was talking to you this evening. I've been feeling extreme isolation. Thank you for reading. I'm sending you love and light. ๐
In the beginning it feels like you're talking to yourself. I can hear my voice echo through the halls of silence. I've learned if you continue, you'll find there's a delay in response to your actions. Eventually consistency will carve its way through darkness and become heard.
I'm planning on posting on a daily basis whenever possible. It's my style to share a series of tweets on a topic I'm thinking about every 24 hours, which usually happens when I'm feeling inspired. Come visit me often. Scroll down my timeline like you're flipping through pages.
I'm not sure how things will unfold as I step back into my writing. I will allow things to flow naturally. The important thing is to begin writing again more regularly to regain my flow. That's the same for everything. Get out there and allow yourself to feel awkward. It's ok.
There was a time when my writing was a rushing river of thoughts, but when my daughter died it became much darker. My writing was more raw and powerful. I was grieving in ink. However, I could feel myself falling with every written word. I stopped writing to heal. I'm back. Hi ๐