Burn, Baby, Burn!
The Egyptian goddess Sekhmet was known as was the Goddess of Fire. Fire as an energy can represent all kinds of states from passion to creativity to rage and anything in between.
Since I have been in a creative drought over the summer, I have chosen to call up the myth of Sekhmet for a couple of reasons. The first is the incredible experience that I had as a contributing author to the book, Sekhmet Rising: The Restlessness of Women's Genius. Writing for that project was an amazing experience of creative flow. I was madly in love with writing. Like any love affair, I was stealing time from all kinds of places to sneak off so that I could spend time on my passion. I didn't seem to need to eat. I would often find myself awake at all hours with a fresh inspiration. When this passionate affair came to an end and I held the completed book in my hand, it was an incredible sense of achievement. Within days, I found myself wondering "What next?" That feeling has stuck with me through the summer.
I've been moping. I feel jilted by my muse. I'm cranky. I'm over eating.....And I'm afraid. In fact, I'm afraid to admit that I'm afraid......How's THAT for crazy making?! What if I can never write another thing again? What if all my inspiration has gone? What if my choice to focus on writing was all a big mistake? Not to mention the guilt that I'm not producing anything that makes much sense these days, unless its a grocery list!
Writing is my passion. Now that I've discovered that a project, like a relationship, can reach conclusion I'm realizing that it can be grieved, released and that I will love again! The Sekhmet project was like my first passionate love affair and now with fond memories, I am moving forward again and bringing all that fire into focus.
Burn, baby, burn!
Since I have been in a creative drought over the summer, I have chosen to call up the myth of Sekhmet for a couple of reasons. The first is the incredible experience that I had as a contributing author to the book, Sekhmet Rising: The Restlessness of Women's Genius. Writing for that project was an amazing experience of creative flow. I was madly in love with writing. Like any love affair, I was stealing time from all kinds of places to sneak off so that I could spend time on my passion. I didn't seem to need to eat. I would often find myself awake at all hours with a fresh inspiration. When this passionate affair came to an end and I held the completed book in my hand, it was an incredible sense of achievement. Within days, I found myself wondering "What next?" That feeling has stuck with me through the summer.
I've been moping. I feel jilted by my muse. I'm cranky. I'm over eating.....And I'm afraid. In fact, I'm afraid to admit that I'm afraid......How's THAT for crazy making?! What if I can never write another thing again? What if all my inspiration has gone? What if my choice to focus on writing was all a big mistake? Not to mention the guilt that I'm not producing anything that makes much sense these days, unless its a grocery list!
Writing is my passion. Now that I've discovered that a project, like a relationship, can reach conclusion I'm realizing that it can be grieved, released and that I will love again! The Sekhmet project was like my first passionate love affair and now with fond memories, I am moving forward again and bringing all that fire into focus.
Burn, baby, burn!
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