Writer’s Block

I am staring at the screen wishing the words would just flow out and form sentences into paragraphs, but I’ve got nothing. Maybe this is what they call writer’s block. I am not even sure if I am enough of a writer to experience writer’s  block. It just feels like all the ideas and words have completely escaped me. Maybe it’s time to tap into courage. After all, this is what I often like to write and speak about.

I call out to courage but courage doesn’t seem to show up. How does one find courage when you don’t feel courageous?? Do I need to go knock on the courage door or can I make a direct call to courage?

It has been about six months since my last post. Six months of no creative ideas. Six months of no words. Six months of no writing. Why? Because courage could not show up for my writing flow. Courage needed to show up for my soul.

Courage, I Need You Now

Courage showed up to remind me I needed to forgive and heal my soul. Healing came through prayer, meditation, and walking. Prayer reminded me I could always find comfort in the arms of God no matter what I was going through. Meditation allowed me to go within and breathe to release the energy of the shock my body had experienced. Walking… boy, did I do a lot of walking! Walking allowed me to get grounded and connect with movement to let go of what no longer served me and make space for healing and forgiveness.

I was no longer tapping into the courage to write. I needed courage to heal my soul and bring me back to myself. So, writing took a back seat. A pause. Healing and forgiveness became my mantra. Prayer. Meditation. Walk. Repeat. Over and over again until I could feel my soul awakening.

I will also add how gratitude helped me on my journey. Gratitude reminded me things could have been much worse.

Just Be

As the days and weeks progressed, I could feel my peace and calm return to my body and soul. Joy started to show up in the simplicity of the days and laughter filled my heart again. Although I was moving forward in my healing work, writing continued to take a back seat. I was not ready to focus on deadlines, postings and getting things done. I needed the space to just be.

 It was no longer about grinding. It was about being present. Present in the moment and present in the day to day. I needed to take in the beauty of spring emerging on the flower bulbs bursting through the dirt. I needed to sit with my face towards the sky and feel the bask of the sun on my skin. And I needed to just be still with myself and my thoughts. I focused on speaking to my inner child with love and forgiveness so the snare of guilt would not eat away at my heart. 

As the summer heat made its presence known, I felt a metamorphosis had taken place. My soul had awakened. My spirit was alive. And my heart was full again. I had come home to myself. They say “time heals all wounds”. I had taken the time to heal my soul and my soul was at peace.

Love & Courage,

Mo