The words ceased, and inspiration passed away. The joy of blogging became a burden of insecurity. At first the lull in writing seemed natural, somewhat acceptable.
Then, the writing stopped completely as I allowed my voice to be choked by outside opinions and influences.
Looking for a place to shift the blame.
The lurking feeling of being watched sickens me. It seems as if some sit waiting to see me slip up, make a mistake, or stumble over my words as I try to connect.
Being seen, but not known, is a confusing and difficult place to exist.
What is true will always remain. Emotions do not change truth.
The truth is that words do not cease, and inspiration does not pass away. Words are ever flowing in a beautifully artist way. Inspiration is all around. Inspiration abides within ........... in extravagant expressions just waiting to be set free.
The truth is that the joy of blogging becomes a burden of insecurity when the artist allows it to. Insecurity must first have the permission of it's victim before being allowed in. Once it has entered, then it robs the artist of joy, turns faith into fear, and causes blossoming beauty to dry up.
I do not blame myself for the dry spell on my blog. I did for a while, but then I realized that while my blog was abandoned, other parts of my life (and my art) experienced great success.
Life is a story, and this has simply been one of the chapters. I am learning to embrace each word, phrase, and chapter with grace and truth.
The truth is I love blogging. I am an artist of words. The truth is I still have a lot of growing to do, and that is going to take some serious heart and soul, creativity, time...............and practice.
So, here goes another chapter .............. a new chapter, possibly.
Slowly, I take a deep gulp, and try to breathe easy as the story continues to unfold.