my creativity is home

Hey Lovers,

I wanted to share something I recently came to know and understand.

I’ve come to realize my creativity is home.

The place I return to when the world feels too loud or too empty. It is where I breathe the sacred back into myself.

What I create, the art in whatever form it takes, is like a body of water: shifting, alive, impossible to hold still. It ebbs and flows. It deepens. It retreats. It returns changed when the tides turn.

In some seasons, it rushes forward like a river after rain. In other seasons, it becomes still as a lake at dawn, gathering reflection instead of motion. Neither state is a failure. Both are part of becoming.

Creation is not a straight line. It is lunar, tidal, weathered by grief, wonder, love, exhaustion, and memory. And still, the water keeps moving.

Your creativity does not ask you to be constant. Only honest enough to return to it.

With Love, Ashli B.

P.S.

Creative people are not always producing. Many are observing, wandering, resting, collecting, noticing. The seed grows underground before anyone sees it bloom.