My blog writing has been a little slower lately. My draft folder is filling up as ideas spring to mind, but the ideas sit in that folder waiting for the seed that has been planted to break through its shell, reach through the soil for the sunshine, and begin to sprout into whatever flower or plant it will become. I have always been someone who gets creative and then wants to finish it all in one sitting. Lately my soul is teaching me that will not always happen and it is not a bad thing at all. Writing for this blog has taught me that lesson more so than I ever imagined. Ideas whirl through my brain and I want to send them out to the world in this format, but they are not ready to be there. I am learning to treat my creativity like a flower garden. Everything grows and blooms in the right time. Plants know what their time is. We just get the joys of cultivating the right environment to help them be their best and then we get to enjoy the beauty of them.
While my draft folder fills I do find that my journaling grows. I have created a new practice of using a specific journal to keep me focused on gratitude each day and my perspective on life has improved greatly from that one small change. It is so much easier to put the annoyances of life into perspective as I remind myself daily of the things I have to be grateful for.
My regular journaling is also blossoming as I find myself wanting to write about thoughts that are not to share with the world. They are thoughts I hold close to my soul. Thoughts of joys I never imagined, thoughts I struggle with, and thoughts that take me into realms to explore and get lost in. These thoughts do get shared sometimes with someone who understands so much of what I am thinking as I delve into parts of my soul and my brain that are like gardens that had grown over and not seen much sunlight in many years. The vines that covered the gardens have been cut away and sunlight brightens them bringing life and color where everything was once shadows.
All of this to say that the blog writing may be intermittent as I allow my creativity to blossom at the pace it desires and as I let myself enjoy tending to the garden of creativity in my soul.