Do you ever wonder why people experience many of the same things at the same time? Or, at least it seems that way to me. Kind of like the Egyptian pyramids mirroring the South American pyramids.
I had that moment just now. I have been feeling a big old depression-flavored paragraph coming on, and have been noticing the melancholy in others. I read this this morning, and had to pass it along, because it explains so much.
I have had every intention of writing about walking the line between artist and mother. But I realize it is not usually the "mother" part that gets in the way of creating...the "mother" part, for me, can inspire creativity...like the plants that miraculously thrive in sidewalk cracks and wall crevices. It's not that...it is my self that gets in the way...my own depressive tendencies...my ability to confuse creating with producing.
Reading about soultides has helped bring perspective to those thoughts.