My creative energy shifts with the seasons. The past few months I’ve been frustrated that I can’t slow down enough or find the patience to finish anything, whether it be writing, painting, or other random projects. In my darker moments I feel as though I’ve lost my creative energy entirely. But the spring season has always been this way for me: a season of life, color, vibrance, movement. “To everything there is a season,” I repeat as a mantra; a reminder to give myself grace as I experience change.
Kneeling to kiss the ground
Kneeling to kiss the ground
Kneeling to kiss the ground
My creative energy shifts with the seasons. The past few months I’ve been frustrated that I can’t slow down enough or find the patience to finish anything, whether it be writing, painting, or other random projects. In my darker moments I feel as though I’ve lost my creative energy entirely. But the spring season has always been this way for me: a season of life, color, vibrance, movement. “To everything there is a season,” I repeat as a mantra; a reminder to give myself grace as I experience change.