enough

Contemplating the essay for this week: why do we tell ourselves our art isn’t enough? why do we shame ourselves for creating something that is valuable to ourselves but perhaps no one else? How can we transmute that feeling and show up anyways?

Suddenly I’m writing poetry everyday

And it’s been years since I’ve been able to do that. Going to keep sharing because if my other creative practices have taught me anything, it’s that I enjoy sharing my creations. It makes me feel like a kid again.

A winter spell
Speaking of feeling like a kid again…