For too many reasons to count, I’ve had writer’s block. A stab at creative writing here and there but nothing stuck. No ideas came. I write to earn my daily bread, so it wasn’t a complete shutdown. However, it was alarming to have the creative well become parched for such an extended amount of time. I released the clenching angst I felt and accepted that if it was dry forever, then so it would be.
My words poured into copious amounts of prayer. A slow shifting began. Proverbial lines were drawn in the sand. A rekindling of my true, full Self took root.
That’s what draws the Muse. That true, full Self. The unclenching of heightened, tight energy. The exhale.
Clarity of mind led to a clearing of the literal block I’d created that reflected my internal mindscape.
Welcome back, dear Muse – I’m ready to work.