I am a writer and I am supposed to be writing...
But I'm not. I don't know why.
So instead of writing I’ve been reading, and watching videos. Expanding my mind. I suppose is better than lulling about and feeling sorry for myself. I’ve been doing some crochet, too.
I have several ideas for new projects, but it seems to be very muddy waters where I am treading right now. So I thought perhaps the best thing to do is wait for the waters to clear. And in the meantime I will make a concerted effort to fill my days with quality writing, and listening.
I have found myself, however, visiting social media far too often. I tried Instagram Threads, but it’s just like Instagram - woke, ultra-liberal and I’m shadow banned already! I still prefer Telegram, however it’s very busy on there at the moment. I picked up Substack to immerse myself in something a little more substantial, and remembered about Substack Notes. Substack notes is not a substitute for Twitter, however Twitter (now X) seems to think so, so they’re having a culture war. Sigh. It’s better than Threads, at least. Whilst browsing, I came across this article via a note by Paul Kingsnorth who writes The Abbey of Misrule:
Well, of course they shouldn’t! Is Substack going to go the same way as Facebook et al? I hope not! Elle Griffin, in her article, has a call-out for writers who are on Substack who do not want censorship, to sign her post. I signed, then I re-stacked it and I tagged some of the other authors that I admire that also write on this platform. Two of them responded right away - Charles Eisenstein, and Margaret Anna Alice, both of whom have been amazing beacons of light for me over the past few years, in particular these two articles:
This made my day. We are all in it together. Please go visit her and add your name.
We must stick together. We all have voices - its time to use them in a grand chorus, to make that call for freedom vibrate loud and proud in the consciousness mind of all.
Things ARE shifting - perhaps that’s why I’m particularly sensitive right now to the muddiness of what is brought up as a result of it. A healing crisis, if you will. My stepmother told me only a few days ago that she heard the BBC was corrupt and using mind-control. The fact she brought this up, and was thinking about it in a serious manner really does validate the awakening we are all of us going through.
I hope you will continue to support good writers, even when they are not writing! I know something will shift for me, but in the meantime, I do believe the fallow time is important for nurturing and enriching the soul. And it is the time of the smallest days, not necessarily the time for creating something new.
I send you blessings on the shortest day, this Winter Solstice, the Christmas holidays. Bright blessings to you for this time of mellowness, of cocooning, of growth, as difficult as it may be, we will get through this, and truth will prevail.
Until next time,
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