I had taken a hiatus from long-form writing. It hadn’t been planned… it just sort of happened. I think I’d gotten used to short form social network updates. And the idea of letting the words tumble out and take me for a ride really scared me. I was scared I’d forgotten how to write. Ever since discovering I was as writer, I loved dancing with the words. The best stuff came when I would start in the middle of anywhere and let the words chart my course. But then I got attached to the outcome. I needed every missive to be brilliant, insightful and gasp-worthy. So I stopped writing. Not on purpose. Not all at once. But slowly I stopped blogging. I stopped writing in my journal. I said I was too busy with other things and when the time was right, I would begin writing again.

My future books ask to be written.  It’s daunting and I don’t know where to begin. So I haven’t. Yet. But I take comfort in the hope that my future self is a prolific writer. In the meanwhile, the hoping-to-be-born books are patient and wait for me to heal/shift/transform/get myself together enough to begin writing.

It’s strange, isn’t it, how we can slowly let go of something we love. It’s subtle and we hardly notice that it’s going away until one day, months or years later, the awareness comes that we’ve left it behind. That’s how I feel about writing… and hiking… and visiting Los Angeles… All of these are thing I love and  yet, I’ve let them wane from my life.

So I’m waking back up. I’m invoking my inner poet… the wanderer and explorer that is a part of my soul. I’m allowing the parts of me that had gone to sleep to awaken once again.

So today I’m writing. I’m going on an adventure with my soul and I’m allowing the light to illuminate the places within that had grown too still.

And I invite you to go within to see if you, too, have let go of something you love. What is calling to your soul? Do you want to take salsa lessons? Learn to talk to angels?  Has it been too long since you’ve wandered through a museum looking at musty treasures? Do you have a great idea for a novel you’ve been dreaming of writing?  It’s time to unearth the joyful wisdom of your soul and allow your colors to come pouring into the world.

To help get you started, here are some words that poured through today. I share them with love and gratitude for you.

Invoke your inner Rumi or Haifez and unleash the poetry of your soul. Go ahead. Let your creativity be messy and unruly. Let your dreams gallop across the night sky and take the world by storm. It’s safe to let your Spirit come alive.