Field Notes
There is so much to say and yet so little at the same time. Without meaning to I took a little break from picture-taking. Carrying the camera, taking photographs, posting in this journal . . . it just didn’t seem pressing. And this time, unlike during other dry spells, I didn’t feel guilty or worried or afraid. I felt free. Allowing for the ebb and flow of creativity is healing. It’s another kind of self-care.
Rest restores us.