I can’t quite believe I have written two hundred blog posts for this site since I started it on 18th April 2013! Thats quite a lot of information to write down, and I’m fairly proud of myself for managing it. And I am grateful to everyone who has read, supported, commented and subscribed. Thank you so much!
That said, you will have noticed that posts have been a bit scarce lately. Please don’t think I have forgotten you. Nor have I run out of enthusiasm for blogging. I am determined this isn’t going to be one of those blogs that just stops, mid-conversation, and hangs there, never to be continued. I don’t want that. Besides, the work of creativity never ends, and neither does learning about it.
Nevertheless, Post Number 200 feels like a turning point.
I dont really know where I am going with this blog, any more than I know where I am going with my life. I’m always talking about seismic shifts going on in the background, I know. That’s the kind of life I like to live – one in which I am constantly in a process of of Becoming. But right now, well, I feel as if I am changing right down to my very DNA.
Let me explain.
At the start of the year, I decided to take part in Sas Petherick and Meghan Genge’s Heart and Hearth Circle, and just after that, something extraordinary happened. I decided to sit down and do a Goddess Card reading, as I often do.
The card I pulled that day was Kali.
Kali is described by Juni Parkhurst in the book which accompanies the pack as follows:
“Kali is black, full-breasted and bloodthirsty, and dances on the bodies of her enemies. She is alive with power. She is creator and destroyer. She is not a goddess to mess with.”
No, indeed. Kali frankly terrifies me. Parkhurst goes on:
“Drawing this card puts you on notice that major changes are taking place. Structures around you may crumble and fall, leaving you temporarily lost. Remember, however, that destruction must sometimes come before creation. The old, tired, redundant parts of your life must fall away in order to create space for the new and vibrant life that is coming…”
No shit, Sherlock! Since Kali appeared on my desk that day, its been one darn thing after another. My mother was taken very ill in January, and I travelled across the country to look after her and help coordinate her treatment (she’s lots better now, thank goodness!). Shortly after that, Husband was diagnosed suddenly with diabetes, which necessitated a stay in hospital, and a major shift in lifestyle and mindset for us both. Then I had a bout of profound anxiety and depression, followed by a heart problem (luckily that seems benign!). And for the last three weeks I have been prostrate with some kind of virus that has affected my throat and reignited my ME symptoms, leaving me utterly exhausted, and unable to mentally process. Throw in elders with dementia to care for, and constant travelling, and its been a very tough five months.
All this has resulted in some very profound soul-searching, and a readjustment of everything I previously deemed important. In the face of the (admittedly distant) spectre of losing my dear other half, so much that seemed crucial to existence now appears totally and laughably irrelevant. While he continues to respond well to treatment, I am all too aware that he is a similar age to that at which my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, a sobering thought.
All this is a lot to process, and when one’s brain power is reduced by illness, there isn’t a lot of juice left over for anything else. The result has been what I would describe as something of a story drought. Not writer’s block. I’m perfectly capable of writing. But I’m finding that no new ideas are being delivered in the usual way. I’m a person who is used to fresh stories popping into my head on a daily basis. I’m never short of new ideas. Except now I am. So this is something of a surprise. I am determined not to be phased by it. After all, its understandable given what I’ve been in the midst of during the last few months. I’m in subsistence mode. Life is just sucking up all my neurons at the moment in order to arrange basic survival. There’s nothing left for cave paintings at this point!
I suppose I must have invited Cosmic Intervention into my life on a grand scale by opting for the Heart and Hearth Circle, and signalling that I was ready to get ‘spiritually naked’ as it were. I’m not sure I realised what I was signing up for, but do we ever? Life has changed beyond belief in the last five months, and so have I. And I don’t know what is going to come out of it.
But it will be something really, really good.
So as we move into the next 200 posts together, I hope that you will stick with me through all these upheavals, this drought, and whatever comes out of it. My brain is currently toying with new sewing, quilting and illustrating ideas. I am keeping afloat by journalling and pursuing a version of Natalie Goldberg‘s writing practice. And I will keep you posted as to what emerges, though my missives may be a little less regular than they have been for a while. I know you understand, and I shall look forward to sharing this new life adventure with you in the coming months.
(And incidentally, I really, really recommend the Heart and Hearth Circle. I’ve learnt so much, and Sas and Meghan are wise and wonderful. And I’ve met such lovely kindred spirits too!)
Happy Creating, EF