This pen has been quiet for months now on end because of errands to tend to and events to attend.
Creativity took a back seat while productivity galloped ahead, and slowly a grim cloud took residence overhead.
Though I was doing “the things”, my spark was dimmed low. There was no hop in my step and no creations to show.
What was a punch in the gut was that it was noticed by none. Not a single soul asked “when is your next poem done?”.
As long as I seem busy people assume that I’m fine. Not inquiring about the soul, whether it’s dusty or it shines.
I know were all “busy” and our shoulders carry tonnes, but can we please keep an eye out for the spark of our loved ones?
The responsibility is ours alone to light our own spark, but what helps propel us forward is feeling a hand in the dark.
Stop to look at your loved one: have they stopped playing guitar? Dropped their love for gardening for no reason at all?
Make them feel seen and let them know they are more than the results they bring in and the tasks they endure.
You don’t need to do much just tap into your silly. Bring out the lover, the joker, the adventurous hillbilly.
Be a reminder, that’s all, of how enchanting life can be. They will do the rest themselves to bring back the oomph and the glee.