We Have Our Arts So We Don’t Die of Truth.
And revisiting Neurodivergent Boundaries.
We Have Our Arts So We Don’t Die of Truth.
Swooping in to my pre-scheduled post to add a bit of poetry from Ray Bradbury.
I finished this book today.1
To be fair I’ve skipped two days of noveling because my heart is too heavy.
I hope to take up the pen again tonight.
Process in your own time, but remember that art is life saving.
Not frivolous.
Creating is a powerful tool for self regulation.
A portal for connection.
An enchantment for dreaming a better future.
Take care of yourself.
I’ve deleted social media from my phone this week.
I may not go back at all.
If you’re a hyper sensitive soul you may need to set different boundaries than others. And if you’re autistic or neurodivergent it’s important to lean into sensory joy for self regulation.
Buy yourself a fidget, a box of crayons, or a book you loved as a kid.
Here’s what sensory joy looked like at my house yesterday.
Below is a roundup of posts from past Novembers.
I hope these can be a mental escape from your current reality if you need that.
Here is what I pre-scheduled for you earlier this week:
I’m on a Substack hiatus this month re-drafting a novel.
Meanwhile enjoy this tour of posts from November’s past.
Two Years Ago
I wrote this post about neurodivergence and boundaries.
Neurodivergent Boundaries 💫
Boundaries can be extremely difficult for neurodivergent folks to navigate.
November of 2022 was also the first time I connected in real time with my friend
.We spoke about motherhood & creativity & writing books.
Claire Venus on Motherhood + Magic 💫
A podcast chat with my friend Claire Venus about motherhood, creativity, and our collaborative photography project The Magic Mundane.
Last Year
I wrote this reflection on the meandering journey to self publishing my first book.
And I wrote this love letter to Charleston, South Carolina and my Wheel of Time friends.
A wind rose in Charleston, South Carolina 🍃
“The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.”
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Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury (borrow here for free).
Felt all the sensory joy in that video - thanks for sharing. 🧡