There are moments when I realize that I’m in a rut. Right now, I’m in a severe rut. My creativity is at zero. Maybe even at a negative. Which means it’s time for a change.
Usually going on a get-away—a day or a weekend trip—is enough. As luck would have it, I was scheduled to attend a conference for work on April 18th and 19th. I got to leave town for a few days and visit Charleston, SC. I had hoped that it would be enough to recharge my creative battery. Unfortunately, it didn’t.
What I haven’t done so well is to take care of me. I’ve known for months now that I’ve been disconnected from one of the things that keeps me grounded, literally.
When I was a child, I loved to walk through the woods. My favorite thing was to go to the creek below my house and find a spot to sit. I would watch the water flow, seeing how that gentle but steady stream could move even large debris out of its way. I noticed the trees, flowers, and moss. I listened to the creek, the birds, and the animals all around me. As I sat, my worries lessened and I found peace. A few years ago, I wrote this poem about my experiences:
The One Within
There are times I have to escape
Leave all the harsh lights and sharp noises behind
And return to my mother
Losing myself in the lush surroundings
That resist all signs of man’s progress
It’s there that I find myself
Beside the stream that flows
Moving on and on regardless of what people say it should do
Knowing a different world exists that has been there for eons
And simply wishes to be left alone, to just be
Then I find it
Like a mystic gathering moss it comes
That little piece of me that shuns the hustle and bustle of everyday life
And connects with my ancestors who knew the land so well
Wind in the treetops
Trinkling swirls of water
The call of birds
Scampering animals yet unseen
The buzz of insects
And the lullaby of frogs
Feed her; strengthen her; allow her to grow
To fill me
So I can face the next challenge that life brings.
I haven’t taken the time to stay connected to nature. And as a result, I have been in rut. So my current goal is to spend some time each day enjoying nature. Only then will the healing flow. And with that healing, the creativity will return.
Here’s a link to Musings of an Opinionated Woman, a blog by Amaryllis Turman — an author and friend who inspires me.