Happy Day of Love, my loves! Thank you for being here! This community is yours as much as it’s mine. Remember that you are loved and not alone.
I have been very quiet lately, and I’m sorry for that. I’m going to be honest, unashamed, and vulnerable just as I always encourage my friends to be.
I have been struggling intensely with my executive dysfunction, depression, and migraines. As I type this, I’m not even on my computer like usual. I’m in bed writhing in an allodynia flare. My skin, my scalp especially, aches and burns. I say this not as phishing for sympathy but to be realistic about my current situation.
JOY BRINGERS
I have so many Substacks planned. I am waiting for my writing brain to come online. Instead, I am taking the advice of a lovely person on this app whose account I have lost track of. She recommended on a note that I try writing haikus, and that’s what I’ve done. Well… in a sense. I have been following the 3/5/3 and 5/7/5 syllable patterns, and I’ve done that each day for February! I am so proud of myself. They are not very nature based, but I’m proud of myself for getting (unpolished, not good at all) poetry on paper.
I have also been slowly but surely working my way through the Februllage prompts. I have the first 3 done, and I’m really proud of myself for doing it. Are they the best? No. But I am engaging in a creative practice, and that’s what matters. I’ve also been putting my poems on them.
Picture is below for the prompt “school.” If you don’t like it, please keep quiet. My perfectionism is not open to criticism right now 😅
Two last things that have brought me a lot of joy recently are: Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt and thrifting for pink depression glass.
I know this is not my usual content. I will be back to musings and tarot and spirituality soon. Thank you for being patient with me and allowing me such grace.
Please let me know how you’re faring below in the comments 💜🫂💜
May this week bring you all you need and desire.
With love,
Aventurine
Healing and rest is so important. I find I just can’t connect to the spirits when my mind is trying to blow.
You’re creatively is beautiful. I see zero imperfections. Perfectly imperfect as I say… happy healing
Take care 💜