Illustrated journaling lets you make connections… salt, the etchings on the cafe wall, appetite. Somehow these disparate things come together in a good way, sort of like doing collage with pieces of your consciousness.
Is that you, Loripuppy? Boohisss to blocks. Just call them fallow times… low tide, the field in winter. We can’t be constantly productive. As someone said, metaphorically we can invite more egg, less sperm, even if ego and society push the other direction.
This is brilliant! I’ll try it today. I have an intuition it’ll help break through my writer’s block…
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Is that you, Loripuppy? Boohisss to blocks. Just call them fallow times… low tide, the field in winter. We can’t be constantly productive. As someone said, metaphorically we can invite more egg, less sperm, even if ego and society push the other direction.
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Yes, it’s me!
Your thoughts on blocks are just what I needed. “It’s just a fallow time” will be my mantra today…
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