I’ve been having some pretty intense writer’s block the last couple weeks.
It may be because of intense heat.
It may be because of being busy.
It may be because of laziness.
I walked home in the rain yesterday.
Normally, that would kind of blow but it was nice yesterday.
All the greenery looked more vibrant and relieved being bathed in soft, gentle rain showers.
I used to love writing on my mom’s back porch during rain and thunderstorms alike.
It would usually make me feel really reflective of life and things, thus spurring some pretty intense writing.
That would then lead to some pretty intense healing.
I don’t have a porch anymore (yet) but the walk yesterday did make me reflect on life and things.
And that’s really my most favorite activity — to think about life and things.
Especially if there’s rain.
I guess the real reason why I’ve been having writer’s block is because I’ve doing a large amount of healing.
Feeling humble and complete in my soggy Vans, soaked umbrella and dripping coffee-colored curls.