Have you ever fallen lower than you thought you could bear, until you finally surrender to love again, because it is the great fire that burns in you?
The doors are flung open, the crows are talking, with their conversations intermingled with those of the songbirds and doves, a gentle breeze hangs in the air, and no words are spoken. Even my precious canine is still asleep under the covers. He gets it.
I vowed that if I couldn’t feel engaged, if my heart wasn’t in it -- be it a person or a project -- then it was likely that I needed to walk away, or find a way to enhance my creative nature so that I could be engaged. Of course, this is easier done when you work for yourself and/or you don’t ...