There are lots of things swimming around in my head today, so let's get started. Fresh.
I pause. Where to start? Uh-oh. I freeze. Could it be?
Writer's block? No!
Maybe. I'll just have to try and write through it.
Got something in the mail yesterday advertising this year's Bioneers Conference in October. Really do love that organization. They're inspiring and informative. They provide vision and tutelage in these days of dire conditions and underwhelming mainstream information. They complement the movements that they feature and endorse. It's a wonderful thing.
I'm sensing that I am going to be working on my books a lot in the coming months. Both my picture book, that I'm now considering as less of a children's book and more of an adult story perhaps. I don't know. But it is still enticing me to look at it and work on it. I want to do more work with the illustrations, make them "pop" more. And I'll take the copy that I made to my college reunion to get some more feedback from friends and colleagues.
I'm also feeling myself ramp up towards writing about Greece more. I've started a compilation file of many of the blog posts that I've done and am looking to go through and expand on things. Writing about doing this is part of the project, too. Making myself accountable for my brainstorms.
I'm seeing things come together for me. I am settling into a rhythm. I can sense a new dawning of production and creativity. I can feel myself sprouting new limbs, fresh wings. I am transforming into the being that I want to be, the angelic temple with fortitude and moxie. I am coming of age, awakening from my slumber. I am bringing forth the tools to build the temple. I have bricks and mortar and sweat. I have mud and guts and strength. I bring a fountain that sustains, flowing as a river. I am finding my way. I am creating with the creator. I am lifting me up and stretching my lengths.
I will be heard. I will be read. I will write and draw and create. I will find the answers to my questions. I will find the path that leads me home. I will make the perfect breakfast. I will drink my fill. I will turn water into fuel. I will my way into my future. I make my world, my reality. I bring it up out of the ashes and blow off the dust, and thrust it into the water to the sizzling sounds of its baptism. It emerges still warm, fresh. Anew with purpose. The perfect tool. The perfect machine.
That's me. The Perfect Machine. Making it perfect, one step at a time. I will walk this perfect journey to the house that holds my ideal. I will make the trip through the rain and the heat. I can endure, and I will.
This too shall pass. It will lead me to the promised land.