Next on my internet list for the day is: ‘write blog post’. I love writing blog posts. Ideas for one have been flowing though me since yesterday and, needless to say, I have been waiting for this moment when I could sit down and get it out.
I have completed all my internet tasks — Soundcloud, Facebook, emails, connected with the people I needed to connect with. And now I am ready to write.
My fingers are ready. The ideas have been so strong and clear. So… Unforgettable. I simply knew the ideas would be here when I sat down at my laptop. But this doesn’t seem to be the case.
Excited as I may be, the stories and thoughts are not flowing through me as they have been all day and night. This is not expected. Perhaps a slight oversight, but I didn’t write the stories down as they came through me. I be patient, sit with stillness and breath healthy breathes. I close my eyes and take a moment to allow the stories to flow back. Wait… Sit… The ideas are no longer breezing through me as they have been — until I sat down at my laptop an hour and a half ago! They have retracted and, try as I might, my creative flow is Gone.
It’s as though a wall has come down or part of me has gone to sleep; what is replaced is a sense of disconnect from my mind-body-spirit. An edginess and little remnants of frustration softly reverberate through my cells. In one sitting, my vibrant, stored reserves of creative thoughts have fleeted. My mind, which was once flowing with ideas, has crumbled to a dry, powdered dust…
Perhaps I was brought here to speak of the all important issue of internet? I let it go. The ideas will return. Or perhaps they have breezed over the next artist who is ready, waiting and in the flow. I now move to reconnect with the creative flow — that invigorating excitement of life, wealth and ideas. After an hour and a half, I turn my screen off, I pack it up — and head outdoors.