Soul spent . . . .
It was two weeks into a three week break. We did nothing, we went nowhere, we explored nothing. I needed to just rest, be, take each moment for what it was as it presented itself. No planning, no doing, no thinking beyond what was simply before me. I had time.
I noticed as I pushed the button, that for the first time in months, there was a creative edge present. A desire to let creativity roam freely and have some thoughts come and dance at the surface. The first time in months . . . . .
Soul spent . . . . .
It felt like instead a million drain holes at the bottom of me, was a slow drip of just dealing with family day in and day out stuff, and the rest of them were all plugged. There could be an inflow bigger than an outflow. I felt I HAD something to give.
Today I sat down at my desk, opened emails. . . . . one of the plugs let go and it felt like almost everything drained out in a rush . . . .
Soul spent. . . . .