Changing Directions
I'm not really a writer.
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
Along with the change of seasons, my 63rd birthday on Sunday, and a summer break, I’ve decided to move in a new direction.
I’ve come to the conclusion I’m not a writer—I don’t have the urgency to get words out. Years ago in the beginning of blogging times I truly enjoyed it. I’d envisioned myself being a writer once I retired, sitting at my oak table looking out at the cove. Disappointingly I found that trying to post on Substack consistently was just another item on my to-do list.
Creating art is where I lose myself and will be diving back into graphite, pen & ink, and watercolor.
At this point, I haven’t decided how I will be showing up for Substack. I’ll continue using Notes and reading my subscriptions. Will I share my art through newsletters on Sacred Environment? I don’t know right now.
The best way to connect with Nature is to get out there and create your own experiences. That said, there are a lot of outstanding Nature writers here. The HOME Nature Directory is the best resource to find Substack Nature writers:
Peace, Love & Blessings,
If something I wrote inspired or brightened your day a little, or anything else you’d like to share… I’d be very grateful to hear about it in the comments. A restack or clicking the little heart 💚 for a “like” would always be appreciated.
A really nice drawing, Tania. If you do choose ot share those drawings on your Substack, that might be a good way to make posting feel less like a To-Do and more like sharing art of the sake of sharing art.
Tania, I can understand the sense of obligation, even as I have also stepped back to find my own rhythm. I cannot allow such artificial obligations to overwhelm my sense of peace and of artistic expression. Some people on Substack can post regularly. Some can try (I did), but find it tiring. I did.
That being said, being on a regular routine can rob one of seeing beauty and feeling joy. This is important now, more than ever. It is so wonderful that there are so many avenues of artistic and creative expression. For me, listening to the birds vocalize and hearing their wings flutter is every bit as creative as anything that I can write. And there is communication of emotion and feelings. This is Art. How it is done is less important than that it is done.