Always craving connection, I find spirituality talking, writing, dancing, and painting. During a typical week (as if there was such a thing), I take a dance class, write at least one post (epic fail the past few months) and paint at least 2-3 days.
The past couple of weeks I were almost a spiritual void for me. I barely painted. My mood became increasingly agitated. Something was missing. I was suffering from an artistic block.
Yesterday, the floodgates opened and creativity flowed. I woke up in the morning, got in my painting grubbies and began working on a new series. (actually 2 but who is counting).