The View from Here
67: Pause
Hi friends,
I’ll say simply: I’ve been unwell.
It’s not the writing, but the living, the farmer’s hold of responsibility that has become a lot to carry. By the end of the day, when I’m drained from my career and motherhood and planning and being strong, the nights are for being a writer. The other night, I set up the voiceover copy of my short story text and my recording equipment, intending to complete the next chapter of “Hypnotic”. I said aloud:
I can’t.
I stood up and went to bed without packing anything up.
In the past, the Winter Solstice has marked that pause before the days swell brighter and longer. I was happy to make it there and anticipate that despite the cold, things would get better. I don’t have such hope this year and I’ve been struggling much earlier in the season.
My body is saying slow down, seek quiet, and seek warm light. I have to listen and beat back that mental darkness. I won’t say much more, because I promised I wouldn’t. You, dear reader are neither my therapist, nor my journal and I have to remember that.
I will say that “Hypnotic” has to be put on hold. I didn’t want any more time to pass before sharing that. I will be back, of that I’m sure, because this is a well-trodden path. I am choosing softness, choosing to yield, instead of raging against the darkness.
There is a newsletter scheduled for later this month that’s a behind the scenes of “Hypnotic”, open to all subscribers. I hope you enjoy that glimpse until I return.
As always, thanks for sticking with me and I’m so glad you’re here.
Sincerely yours,
What’s next?
rest
rewrite
return
Wishing you rest and gentle healing.
Take good care of yourself, stay away the news, and remember the people who cherish you and your words. Best of everything to you.