I often stop myself from sharing my writing, and not necessarily out of fear, but more out of wanting what I’ve written to feel as solid to me as possible; Is this really what I think?… Can I give it more space to see how it looks after a good night’s sleep?… And so on.
I awake to see yesterday’s words not quite match today’s mind. I tell myself I enjoy the fleeting, that not everything needs to be captured, and sharing my words on Instagram Stories suits that feeling just fine. And if I’m being honest, I know that place has made me a better writer.
A writer, just renewed and returned after 24 hours. A writer with an expiry date.
Yet there I am, posting a permanent picture of a cloud to my Instagram feed. A cloud which has long since dissipated.
That cloud put no thought into being a cloud that day, it just was. Passing through. Or at least trying to.
It even lives on as a printed cloud in my online print shop, a limitless cloud offering to the masses, water droplets hung and held behind glass until who knows when?
And so here I am, no longer just passing through, with a vow to share more of my thought clouds.
Maybe you will too.
I very often stop myself posting too. And I think mine is fear...
Beautiful cloud images...I sometimes wish I could 'keep' beautiful skies. But there is something so beautiful in the fact the visage is transient and never to be repeated. It helps me to really try and *see* in the moment.