For me, creatively birthing anything means riding waves... passing through phases of brilliant clarity and inspiration followed by contractions, labor pains pushing me into the next expression yet-unknown.
Darkness, self doubt, uncertainty, they are all with me today.
And I am grateful because I've come to learn that the dark is nothing to fear; it's nothing to frantically rise above, deny, or apologize for. It is instead a resting place for a tender and vulnerable wisdom that can be gently and kindly coaxed the surface.
Darkness can be just as sacred and glorifying as the light, if you are willing to bask in it.
What will you do when darkness descends? Perhaps you don't have to seek escape from it; instead kindly pay homage by giving it a voice or vehicle of some kind. I suggest sharing your vulnerable truth in a trusted container and/or creating something that honors its place in your life.
Case in point, today when I sat down to work on my book & I was up against a WALL.
So I graffiti-painted it with this.
Got darkness? Transmute versus transcend.
No need to leave a piece of you behind.