Lincoln Marsh River June
There are voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. Ralph Waldo Emerson
From reading my blogger friends' posts, I've noticed something in the air lately. Blogger burnout. Over the past few months, people are saying that they can't find the words, don't have time to post, too busy. Just too much on the plate at the moment. Something has to give.
I've been there myself. Which is why I intend to ruminate on the above quote this summer. It's only in solitude that we hear our own authentic voice, whether it's daydreaming, journaling or quietly pursuing our interests and hobbies. It's time to fill the well.