Incubation and lone wolves
I press a lemon into my palm hoping to release the juice, extract it somehow. Winter that time of resolving, reflection. I find myself in a dream, frosty mornings, inept gas heater, longer mornings laying prone…
“in the end it’s all just violets trying to come to light” - Elizabeth Gilbert
“Creativity is not a solitary movement. That is its power. Whatever is touched by it, whoever hears, sees it, senses it, knows it, is fed. That is why beholding someone else’s creative word, image, idea fills us up, inspires us to our own creative work. A single creative act has the potential to feed a continent. One creative act can cause a torrent to break a stone”.
Women who run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes