Looking all around me for
inspiration, I see “my world” covered in color, textures, artifacts from my
travels, books I’ve read and will read.
I feel stuck today for writing, I slept restless, ate too much too late,
over stimulated from doing too much.
It is time to go inward,
to step back and have solitude.
Looking back at my
personal cycles, seasonal shifts, my pattern has always been to return to my
roots this exact time of year. To return
to the ocean, my place of birth, for renewal of spirit and soul in full knowing
I will be replenished. Southern
California, Venice Beach, and Laguna Beach are my reprieve. As soon as I land,
the smell of the ocean, the vibration of the cities rhythm soothes my
soul. I suddenly feel like I can breathe
again. My head becomes clear, my body
becomes lighter, and my truest essence reappears from the heavy and oppressive
heat and humidity of Florida summer.
Going back to your roots
or your “special place” for renewal can be essential and almost critical for
the creative, the artist, the healer.
One must “go back to the well” and nourish the soul to continue on the
path. Many writers speak of this
“returning” or like the homing pigeon, the place of “home” simplifies and
electrifies the being from a primordial level.
So if given the opportunity, go back, renew, shed your skin like the
snake and begin again.
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