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Tag: writers

  • Animal: A poem

    If you enjoy this poem, you can follow for more on Instagram at starmothwrites
  • Suddenly I’m writing poetry everyday

    And it’s been years since I’ve been able to do that. Going to keep sharing because if my other creative practices have taught me anything, it’s that I enjoy sharing my creations. It makes me feel like a kid again.

    A winter spell
    Speaking of feeling like a kid again…
  • Word witchery and zine info

    How do you spend your mornings? what rituals do you practice? Where do you find the magic?
    Appreciation of these tender moments
    Cozy cozy cozy

    Buy my art zine Sacred Paper II

  • A cozy poem

  • Journaling with the fairies today

    Last night I got an amazing lightning bolt of inspiration to start creative writing again. So excited to share. Here is an art journal spread inspired by that writing session and fairies.

  • My biggest challenge: consistency

    Daily writing prompt
    What are your biggest challenges?

    My biggest challenge for most of my life has been my inability to stay consistent with my goals. In recent years, since getting sober, I have been able to push myself through some of the resistance. Ultimately, I didn’t see a huge transformation with it until I received my ADHD diagnosis. Everything suddenly took off.

    My creative journaling practice, my writing, and finally a movement practice have all become staples in my everyday life. I am so grateful. I am working through some of the grief, anger and loss that have come with realizing I have been trying to hold myself to unrealistic standards most of my life. Growing up with undiagnosed ADHD didn’t look difficult on the surface (I was labeled a gifted kid) but it was exhausting, and all fell apart once I went to college and no longer had the stability I grew up with.

    It is hard to acknowledge that had I known this about myself, so much could have been different. Perhaps I wouldn’t have signed over years of my life to alcoholism. Perhaps I wouldn’t have flunked out of college. Maybe I would have cared for my body as the sacred vessel that it is.

    I am sitting with these complex feelings, and often process them as I sit with my art journal, because I know that I must feel them, and let them go. It is not helpful to hang on to this longing for times past. All I can do is manage my life as it is happening right now. And right now, I am pretty proud of how far I have come.