A poem for the in-between -- I’m deep into the process of arranging poems into new collections. Wondering about their order, their title, their theme. This is the season of quiet creative spaciousness behind the scenes. I love this part, even when it challenges me in the best way.
I’m not sure I’m okay with not being the same as I was. But I don’t have a choice. I liked myself and I’m hoping that I will like the person I’m becoming.
I’m also into a period of reorganizing the things I’ve written; tracking down the 12 or 27 or 39 versions of each story; trying to make things findable. I wonder if the chaos I’ve created is my sneaky way of procrastinating in order to avoid sharing what I’ve written with the world. 😧
I’m not sure I’m okay with not being the same as I was. But I don’t have a choice. I liked myself and I’m hoping that I will like the person I’m becoming.
I’m also into a period of reorganizing the things I’ve written; tracking down the 12 or 27 or 39 versions of each story; trying to make things findable. I wonder if the chaos I’ve created is my sneaky way of procrastinating in order to avoid sharing what I’ve written with the world. 😧
Liminal space, sacred space.
I have felt this ... It's the start of something - never know that at the time, but it is. ❤️🧡