I am coming out of a period of unanticipated (broken leg) reduction of my normal high energy life and self. Today you gave me the frame for what I want and need as I re-enter the world physically. My fire child is rising from the banked embers of my wintering. Thank you.
Thank you, Anna, for this lovely-in-every-way post. I'm a writer going through the familiar, "I've written everything I have to say" whining, inside a very messy house I have no desire to clear/clean. No matter how many times I go through these periods of restocking my mind and spirit, I need this sort of reassurance. Bless you!
yes yes yes. playing with creative exuberant fire, approaching things in one's own roundabout, messy, deliciously (and sometimes--horrors--enthusiastic) human way --how infinitely sad to see suggestions that such life should be quelled.
how infinitely hopeful to read your words.
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This really resonates as I’ve been feeling on FIRE lately - in the best sense. Like life burning up inside me and feeling more alive than ever. A couple years ago my Parisian friend gave me a print of a French artist which says “J’ouvre les yeux et je suis en feu” - definitely embodying that these days. Fire child forever! 🔥
There is no explaining the highs and lows of a creative's journey/work/mental state. I worry sometimes that I am perhaps manic, and am brimming with ideas and potential. And then after a project is over, the crash is so hard, I feel I'll never recover from it. It's only because I've done it so many times now that I can remind myself, "you need rest and it'll all come back" Or god-forbid, when you are forced into rest against your will. And the berating from my own voice... There is no way out, only through, and we just keep going, stopping to rest as needed. I just wish it all made a little bit more sense. Just even the ideas I have, which are all so very scattered and no clear through line. It is madness to be a creative. And wonderful.
I am coming out of a period of unanticipated (broken leg) reduction of my normal high energy life and self. Today you gave me the frame for what I want and need as I re-enter the world physically. My fire child is rising from the banked embers of my wintering. Thank you.
ooh yes, that sounds like the perfect energy to have. I am glad that you've had time to mend and are coming out on the other side.
Thank you, Anna, for this lovely-in-every-way post. I'm a writer going through the familiar, "I've written everything I have to say" whining, inside a very messy house I have no desire to clear/clean. No matter how many times I go through these periods of restocking my mind and spirit, I need this sort of reassurance. Bless you!
yes yes yes. playing with creative exuberant fire, approaching things in one's own roundabout, messy, deliciously (and sometimes--horrors--enthusiastic) human way --how infinitely sad to see suggestions that such life should be quelled.
how infinitely hopeful to read your words.
and an analog newsletter???? can't wait to hear more and sign up
This really resonates as I’ve been feeling on FIRE lately - in the best sense. Like life burning up inside me and feeling more alive than ever. A couple years ago my Parisian friend gave me a print of a French artist which says “J’ouvre les yeux et je suis en feu” - definitely embodying that these days. Fire child forever! 🔥
There is no explaining the highs and lows of a creative's journey/work/mental state. I worry sometimes that I am perhaps manic, and am brimming with ideas and potential. And then after a project is over, the crash is so hard, I feel I'll never recover from it. It's only because I've done it so many times now that I can remind myself, "you need rest and it'll all come back" Or god-forbid, when you are forced into rest against your will. And the berating from my own voice... There is no way out, only through, and we just keep going, stopping to rest as needed. I just wish it all made a little bit more sense. Just even the ideas I have, which are all so very scattered and no clear through line. It is madness to be a creative. And wonderful.
Hallelujah. Please print this out and write MANIFESTO on it for me. I’ll pick it up later. And long live our unoptimized, intact souls. Forever!