Processing The Process

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My passion for writing has fizzled, flatlined and faded a bit. I’m not sure why…

I’m not frustrated by it or worried even. I simply am aware that I have no flair for the ink that makes me think from my heart, bleeding onto the pages in a colorful portrait of my current life experience. I just honor my journey a lot differently than I used to. Meeting myself exactly where I am, every step of the way without judgment or criticism. I look a little deeper through my eyes of curiosity and see that I’m ready for something new. I am always looking to expand something that interests me and the one that calls to me now is the one I tend to leave simmering on the back burner of my platform. Speaking. More visibly so. A few years ago I had a successful radio show where I stood weekly behind a microphone and rocked the airways with ease and enthusiasm. The one area I have always desired to build is one involving a stage. Multiple ones. Anywhere on anything that brings awareness to things not yet seen from the highest perspective.

I’m still settling in after my move. It has taken longer than I thought and I’m allowing it to be the process that it is. I see the correlation here as I type out my thoughts for the first time in a week.

It’s a process. ALL of it. We get there when we get there. As Fall is here and the seasons are changing I embrace the lyrics from The Byrds song and leave them here.

Apply them where necessary. Be gentle with yourself and love the ever expanding and unfolding nature of the process that is your life.

~Audra Erwin

The “High On Life” Coach

Lyrics
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late
Songwriters: Peter Seeger
Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season) lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.

 

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Audra Erwin High on  Life Coach