Absorb the quiet, wring it out onto the paper. Let it pool in the soft riverbeds of your mind, unsticking the branches, clattering back into the current. Erode into new and fantastic shapes. I read through my journal from six months ago and this passage stuck out—it’s exactly what I’m doing this week. Looking for quiet, letting it break down the dams I’ve built for myself. They’re blocking my flow
Shh—can you hear it? 🔕
Shh—can you hear it? 🔕
Shh—can you hear it? 🔕
Absorb the quiet, wring it out onto the paper. Let it pool in the soft riverbeds of your mind, unsticking the branches, clattering back into the current. Erode into new and fantastic shapes. I read through my journal from six months ago and this passage stuck out—it’s exactly what I’m doing this week. Looking for quiet, letting it break down the dams I’ve built for myself. They’re blocking my flow