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.
Everything is artificial if it is forced. I admire you your decision making to prioritize your own passions. That’s being genuine and authentic to self.