Friggin Writer’s Block

My head made me say it. FRIG, FRIG, FRIG, FRIG, FRIG

Am I allowed to write this?

Well, today I don’t care. I have a headache because the pressure in my head is so intense that if I could fart from it, I would, just to relieve the stress.

I get up from my desk and walk around the house in a blur.

Now in the kitchen, there is an emptiness in the pit of my stomach that desperately screams out to be filled. My head interrupts and says, “You’re going to be like the side of a house if you keep this up.”

I fill the kettle turn it on then find myself piling nuts and dried fruit into a container and telling myself at least that’s a better option than the thick layer of butter and peanut butter on toast I was initially salivating.

I begin stuffing them into my mouth as to fill a void that is insatiable. Oh no far too much too quickly, and the undigested and partially eaten fruit and nuts are piling up in my oesophagus unable to reach the stomach for digestion causing significant discomfort.

I don’t like the idea of vomiting.

Quick I reach for a glass and fill it with water to wash it all down. Initially, there is much pain as the water tries to dislodge the mass.

Gently, gently Maria one small sip at a time you can’t FORCE IT.

Ah, then relief as the blockage is cleared. I take a breath feeling thankful.

Just then the kettle sounds releasing copious amounts of steam, hmm that was timely.

My brain again begins searching for the words, ideas and inspiration for my article today. I shake my head, and oh that hurt! I roll my shoulders up and back releasing the tension, and then freely move my neck from side to side. Ah, that feels much better.

I walk into my lounge, and looking at the window I’m drawn outside to the glistening concrete driveway, it’s raining, and I hadn’t even noticed. I’m enamoured by the beauty of the foliage; crisp shades of green, and droplets of rain appearing like sparkling diamonds as they gently rested on the leaves. The grey trunk has blackened with the wetness of the rain leaving uneven vertical lines near the base as the water drips down to the roots.  The sun breaks through the clouds and the leaves shimmer making me smile.

I find myself taking a deep breath and sighing as I breathe out. Now that feels great. I move my body, and all the tension has released, AND, yes you know it. I found the idea and inspiration for my article, or should I say, the idea found me 😉

Trust you enjoyed reading my article today. Haha, love, love, love sharing.

Until next week,

Maria Lacey was born in Australia. She has travelled extensively overseas being led by visions, dreams and spiritual guidance.

Maria writes about life (the human and spiritual path), the adversity, learning, musings and triumphs. A successful entrepreneur with over 18 years in her own business, Maria humorously states, “I am my greatest case study.”

Maria is a qualified Counsellor, Hypnotherapist, Reiki Master Teacher, Spiritual Teacher, Meditation Teacher, Healer, Channel and Speaker.

Maria is currently writing her second book about her spiritual travels overseas.

For further information about the author go to: http://www.marialacey.com.au/

Maria’s first book – https://www.amazon.com/One-Path-Many-Lights-Spiritual-ebook/dp/B00YOIOTIS