I'm itching to write. But I don't know what to write. I'm itching to paint but I don't know what to paint. Sometimes I'll have shreds of inspiration but nothing that takes solid form. I feel the pull more lately though and with it comes less time inside the video games. This is good.
Last night I strung two beaded necklaces. One was for Brighid and the other was simply adding a few beads to a string that I wrapped around an arrowhead that I purchased last year. I haven't yet worn either of them but they are ready to be worn when I feel the time is right.
There is a painting that I'm thinking of doing but it hasn't really materialized for me yet. It will be an abstract piece. Intuitive. Finger painted. Based on a meditation. I am afraid to express it but I will. I have already written about it but the painting is more difficult.
I feel less troubled by things that used to trouble me these days and that makes me happy. I am more contemplative and perhaps that is why I find myself needing some of my old escape mechanisms less. It is a strange feeling but a pleasant one. It is hard to describe a sense of coming into oneself.