This is the first piece of writing I've seen in a while that doesn't overly glorify the waiting. The waiting is holy, but wow, it is hard. Thank you for that honesty.
TBH you sound like a flower farmer. July and August are TOUGH. I don't think they are for new ideas. They are maybe more for just floating in the water, feeling the sunshine, and trying to enjoy the fruits and blossoms of the seeds you planted back in the spring. Even if it doesn't feel like very much it's probably more than you think. Ideas will come.
Replying to add: sometimes things just need to be maintained. Watered, weeded, you get the idea. Summer is maybe also just for maintenance because that’s plenty.
I deeply relate to this. These moments of desperation or near desperation when we become empty vessels or maybe even shadow-vessels. We are not machines but humans. Summer promises freedom and then when we are free there we are. Here with you, in and out of each moment.
"The thing about God is time stands still and no ideas come and the waiting remains holy." woooo boy, this part hit. I hope you don't have to wait too much longer Mar!
As timely as ever! I'm in a very similar space with myself. I have spent the whole summer I feeling like slowing down and moving progressively inward, and thinking to myself "WTF its summer, this is the time for bursting into the sun and creative expression." but for me it's been a season of reflection and slowing down. I'm about to move in September and make a huge life transition so I think my body is building a foundation to deal with that stress. Always appreciate the commiseration from your writing!
You’re not alone -- I keep going to the pool each day and telling myself that this summer is about pursing quiet pleasure...after 3 tumultuous summers in a row, embracing the slowness and the waiting feels correct.
This is the first piece of writing I've seen in a while that doesn't overly glorify the waiting. The waiting is holy, but wow, it is hard. Thank you for that honesty.
TBH you sound like a flower farmer. July and August are TOUGH. I don't think they are for new ideas. They are maybe more for just floating in the water, feeling the sunshine, and trying to enjoy the fruits and blossoms of the seeds you planted back in the spring. Even if it doesn't feel like very much it's probably more than you think. Ideas will come.
Replying to add: sometimes things just need to be maintained. Watered, weeded, you get the idea. Summer is maybe also just for maintenance because that’s plenty.
Lmao same
THE MOST RELATABLE literally summer has me feeling creatively EMPTY glad i’m not alone 💓
empty boy summer
Love to you, marvellous human ❤️❤️❤️
Shop closed for summer vacation
This resonates so much! And also reminded me of Morgan Harper Nichol’s poem, Let July Be July, which feels like a salve for the waiting.
I deeply relate to this. These moments of desperation or near desperation when we become empty vessels or maybe even shadow-vessels. We are not machines but humans. Summer promises freedom and then when we are free there we are. Here with you, in and out of each moment.
Hey sweet one, thank you for such honesty.
You are not alone in these feelings of not knowing how to start. Thank you for continuing to show up and share. This really hit home.
"The thing about God is time stands still and no ideas come and the waiting remains holy." woooo boy, this part hit. I hope you don't have to wait too much longer Mar!
As timely as ever! I'm in a very similar space with myself. I have spent the whole summer I feeling like slowing down and moving progressively inward, and thinking to myself "WTF its summer, this is the time for bursting into the sun and creative expression." but for me it's been a season of reflection and slowing down. I'm about to move in September and make a huge life transition so I think my body is building a foundation to deal with that stress. Always appreciate the commiseration from your writing!
You’re not alone -- I keep going to the pool each day and telling myself that this summer is about pursing quiet pleasure...after 3 tumultuous summers in a row, embracing the slowness and the waiting feels correct.