08/01/2025
Wandering Wood, for me, is seasonal. It comes in heavy waves and bursts of creative energy. It comes like a force of, well, nature. And typically as summer turns to fall, I feel the call to once again did deep into my roots and spread my branches, so to speak.
Wandering Wood is the thing that falls into the category of “if you could only do one thing for the rest of your life”. I love it that much. Truly nothing that I have done to date makes me feel as alive. Sure writing and music are staples in my core, but those reflect more of what I was describe as compelled. I am compelled to act upon those creative urges. I cannot stop them. But this is different, it feels like the biggest reunion of peacefully coming home to myself.
Even with that said, I don’t always get to give this little hobby-businesses-thing I’ve started the time and attention it deserves. I haven’t had the physical or mental space to really create the way I know I can for nearly 2 years now. A tragedy. I come on here and think “I really have to try to keep this up”, but as I’m realizing with everything in my life, it’s not always up to me how fast or slow a thing comes into being. It happens when it’s ready.
This week I got my first truly leveled-up creative idea for wandering wood. It is, by far, the most expansive idea I’ve had to date. I’m not sure what it will take to pull it off or how long it will be until i can make it happen, but it’s just always sweet to know that this little love of mine still has legs and is walking, even if it’s slowly towards something that makes me excited for its existence.
So if you’ve read all this, congratulations. lol enjoy a few photos from the summer I turned 29. 🤎
