I feel the silence all around me...the hibernation of my creation cycles. It's permeated my whole self. I was explaining to my coach yesterday that it feels like I have a whole buffet of crock pots cooking in the background while all I want to do is read my fiction books and nothing else. Life feels like an interruption to my reading. Thank goodness for my Kindle app so that I can read anytime, anywhere.
And she laughed and agreed that she sees all the things working in the background. No rush to produce them. They will be ready when they are ready. Then she asked me a different question... "What are the themes to what you are reading?"
I was like - 'don't fun suck my fiction by making it a life lesson lady'.
Then I was like - 'I read about magic, epic journeys, reluctant heroes, light and dark, humility and power.'
And I tell people I don't read many self help books...shit.
It's one of those moments when I realize that who we are permeates everything we do, even when we're hiding out cooking up shit in the background. It's all there, even in the quiet moments, our purpose, our drive, our messages, our brilliance. We can not escape our very essence. We are driven to remember and be it. Even in the things we do when we're feeling quiet. The stories we ingest and live - it's all us. And it's our responsibility to bring those into the world and share them.
As soon as they are cooked and ready...