The Moon has been void of course almost all of today; of course my chronic pain and PMS are VERY up
I've been gently but firmly disabused of any notions of productivity at this time by my guides.
The time spent sketching in the garden — just devoting myself to a subject and keeping my hands busy — was medicinal. My mood did plummet with the Sun, but I peeked into my diary to remind myself of the experience of keeping company with the tulsī. It reminds me every time of the absolute fire that Kahlil Gibran wrote into this line: "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."
One useful way of not letting perfectionism impede my creativity, I've found, is reminding myself that I'm only scrambling for an imaginary perfection because I don't yet know what I personally want to see here. And until I've figured it out, I'm allowed to wreck things a bit.
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