The past two years have been nothing short of shit storms and rapid moments of complete confusion. For last year tending to my healing wounds and life-changing realization’s I also lost my source of creation.
The pain was my source when it came to finding the creative urge and sifting ideas. I could write articles on my past and ruminate over it for hours so when it disappeared I was terrified. My pain no longer fueled my writing and as the dark clouds over my life disappointed it seems my motivation to write was too.
“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing” — Benjamin Franklin
I placed all of my energy these past few months on walking through this journey and immersing in my own awakening. I didn’t know what was on the other side but with my passion at stake, I had nothing to lose.
When I reached the next level, the end of the cycle I found myself leaving what I thought was my career, moving across the state, leaving everything I had behind and placing my faith in my self.
Essentially this journey taught me how to give myself everything money can’t buy, everything I thought was out of my reach.
Everything in your life is a reflection of you and everything you create is a reflection of your soul. My writing previously rehashed old wounds and used it to represent myself. That was my soul stuck in the past swimming through the detail’s trying to grab my attention and see there was more.
Eventually, article after article I heard the message and was taken on a journey to discover what’s past the clouds.
Now I create writing about life, love, unity, and wholeness and it is a reflection of my soul. I’m happy with that reflection and I ask if you’ve observed what you create? I nudge you to look into what you’re recreating and find the true gift of writing.
The spiritual journey of the writer, the depth, emotion, grief, luster, wonder, joy, healing, and pure happiness.
Be True To You — Jasmin