Seems like April was jammin’ after I recovered from a nasty case of poison ivy in March, and I was practically manic with gifts from the Universe: everything just seemed to flow. You know how that is. I’d been reading my usual stack of books on spirituality and creativity and my energy level was higher than usual. I painted my kitchen Ben Moore Jade Green and tricked it out with an old pink plastic chandelier I’d stashed in a drawer years ago; finally painted that ugly subfloor in the adjoining den a glossy white. Met up with friends at their show & sale at the Dallas Bath House Cultural Center Art Mart; got sage advice from friend Loretta in upstate NY about blogging & marketing. Kept applying for jobs, hoping to land one before UI benefits run out. Started my blog and scanned all my current journal-sketches.
Got an abscessed gum and crashed. Got that fixed. There went all “discretionary funds” for awhile. Ouch. So this week has been a total bust except for the sublime weekend spent with my darling 9 year old grandson, Castle. Still, I felt totally slammed and wondered why.
I really prefer the times when I feel that I’m in that state of allowing Source to flow in and through me and I’m sort of skipping around with multiple tools and expressions of my and others’ limitless creativity just exploding around us! Silly woman. It’s just not indefinitely sustainable, and the upsides of ennui are 1) it’s so freakin’ dramatic, and 2) it’s not indefinitely sustainable either.