On Cushions, Comfort & Creativity

It's half past six on a Monday evening.

I'm sitting on the bed, my back propped up by the just right squish of my big cushion.

One that's memorized my curves and hollows, and now moulds itself, often instantly, to my comfort.

I love how cushions can be so clever like that.

I've also just watched the sun go down. It's been a glorious day. Not a cloud in the sky and I for one, am glad Spring is on her way.

But it's not all been picture perfect.

Apart from the weather, today didn't go as planned.

A diligently defined 4 hour slot in my calendar to create social media content became a long walk in the woods, an episode (or 2) of One Day on Netflix, and a deep dive into understanding the Mother Wound.

Procrastination? I hear you ask.

No! I answer.

Instead, an understanding of the spaciousness my creativity needs to flow.

You see, she's not always a 9 to 1 kinda girl.

Slay isn't in her vocabulary and creation on command sometimes requires nurturing beforehand.

And today, that looked like a walk, some watching and wisdom.

Ahh, don't you love how she's just like my cushion?

Always moulding herself in relation to my comfort.