creation story
dispatch 44a
Hello friends! I’m back in your inbox and this dispatch is the closest to being snoozeletter’s second birthday as the first official post went out on July 14th, 2021. It felt appropriate then to talk about creativity and what this space has meant to me. I hope that if you have a creative project in mind that this might push you to start it. I hope that if you worry that your idea isn’t “finished” or clear enough, you start anyway. Things have a habit of clarifying themselves in action rather than in our mind-spins (Here’s some advice I mostly forget to use!). And anyway, clarity is sometimes overrated.
Thank you thank you thank you for being here for this ride. Let’s go!
creation story
My first Chamomile blossom bloomed in the garden this week, an occasion that had me running into the yard barefoot, audibly whooping in the early morning hours of a common Thursday. It is one flower, not nearly enough for tea, but it tells me that Chamomile and I are finally getting to know each other. Last year my plants did not show me a single white petal, despite what I thought of as my flawless and diligent tending. Plants are nothing if not humbling, patient teachers. Their gifts arrive on their own timeline.
I’ve been writing in this space for two years and it too has been a humbling and patient teacher. No matter how deeply I know that time is not linear, milestones still make me reflective. I can’t help it, I like to mark a road as I travel it. Before snoozeletter, which started on a whim after I was laid off from my job, I hadn’t had a consistent writing practice. In that moment of change, I wanted to reclaim my story and voice after years of gifting my voice to my day job, that uncareful steward. I started it because I wanted gentle accountability for my creative practice and a way to keep up with my changing mind. It has become a way to mark my life and all of the ways I am shaping and being shaped by it.
