It Isn't All Bad News
Apres la deluge of what must seem like a tsunami of melancholia, you, Gentle Reader, must be under the impression that I am adrift upon a sea of despair and ennui.
In a bizarre departure from my norm, this is not the case. I'm full of a whole range of emotions...and while someof them are, indeed, sad, I'm holding on to - and bouyed up by - this small, delicate, newly emergent bud of optimism. Optimism! Me!
Put down the thermometers, cold compresses and ice packs. I don't have a fever.
Well...I do...but that's not why I feel this way.
I've been journaling, to great effect. I've been working with affirmations, gratitude and mindfulness. I've been peeling back the layers of body memories - and all that this entails - and working through this, along with all the physical pain I normally deal with...even creating from it (Veles be praised!)
I'm gradually proofing my first novel. I'm working on my libretto, the next 2 novels, and lots of stories.
Slowly. Always, very slowly. Achingly slowly. But! I'm creating.
One, in partivular, has become quite cathartic. It's called "Fuel" (after the Metallica song). I'd originally envisioned it to be the story of a (modern-day) phoenix. It's metamorphosed into So much more. I took one of my biggest fears, one that stuck with me from the abuse doled out by my 1st husband, and turned it into the premise for the story. Very intense.
I'm knitting again. I hadn't in over a decade, sticking only to sporadic crochet. Nothing too ambitious yet...though I made a wicked-hot shawl and a fun scarf for my mom-in-law's bday. It's very relaxing, without being boring or soporific. I've even done about a half-dozen lines of needlepoint...which sounds like nothing till you think about the fact that I've not stitched a single stitch for YEARS.
I've been doing breath-work and mudras, even availing myself of open-source Reiki.
Spring is certainly shaping up to truly be a Season of Renewal for me. I'll keep you posted on what flowers forth.
In a bizarre departure from my norm, this is not the case. I'm full of a whole range of emotions...and while someof them are, indeed, sad, I'm holding on to - and bouyed up by - this small, delicate, newly emergent bud of optimism. Optimism! Me!
Put down the thermometers, cold compresses and ice packs. I don't have a fever.
Well...I do...but that's not why I feel this way.
I've been journaling, to great effect. I've been working with affirmations, gratitude and mindfulness. I've been peeling back the layers of body memories - and all that this entails - and working through this, along with all the physical pain I normally deal with...even creating from it (Veles be praised!)
I'm gradually proofing my first novel. I'm working on my libretto, the next 2 novels, and lots of stories.
Slowly. Always, very slowly. Achingly slowly. But! I'm creating.
One, in partivular, has become quite cathartic. It's called "Fuel" (after the Metallica song). I'd originally envisioned it to be the story of a (modern-day) phoenix. It's metamorphosed into So much more. I took one of my biggest fears, one that stuck with me from the abuse doled out by my 1st husband, and turned it into the premise for the story. Very intense.
I'm knitting again. I hadn't in over a decade, sticking only to sporadic crochet. Nothing too ambitious yet...though I made a wicked-hot shawl and a fun scarf for my mom-in-law's bday. It's very relaxing, without being boring or soporific. I've even done about a half-dozen lines of needlepoint...which sounds like nothing till you think about the fact that I've not stitched a single stitch for YEARS.
I've been doing breath-work and mudras, even availing myself of open-source Reiki.
Spring is certainly shaping up to truly be a Season of Renewal for me. I'll keep you posted on what flowers forth.