When you can’t blog for a really, really long time.

What do you do when you can’t blog for a really long time? Or as my kids would say, “A hecka long time.” It hasn’t been writer’s block exactly, but something that I’m sure writers go through – especially ones that write about their lives. What do you write about when everything feels so private? When it’s not all your story to tell? How do you navigate the waters of truth when your truth is just one of many?

And so I’ve been quiet.

And if you’ve been in courses with me, you’ve gotten windows into my process over the last couple of years. For those of you who have stuck around, thank you!

What I really want to say is this: I’ve been feeling disconnected. From my voice. From the way I make my little ripple in the pond. From my community here.

And everything feels a little off kilter as a result. When we’re not connected to our purpose, it all just feels like going through the motions.

That’s it today folks. It’s not much but I’m hoping to break the silent streak. I felt better when I’m sharing and when I’m connecting with you. Thank you for being here!




  1. Posted September 2, 2015 at 12:05 am | Permalink

    We miss you, too!

  2. Posted September 2, 2015 at 8:57 pm | Permalink


  3. Jenn Higgins Privett
    Posted September 2, 2015 at 11:09 pm | Permalink

    Oh A~

    Thank you for your willingness to keep showing up even when all you can do is say I am here, I need to be silent, but I am here! You have a big, huge, expansive amazing group of lovelies supporting you even when you’re being silent. Trust in your knowing that when you are ready the words will flow and they won’t stop!

  4. Sarah
    Posted September 4, 2015 at 3:46 pm | Permalink

    Still here, sweet Andrea, and always wishing you well! The words will come in their time. Till then, I think what you’re doing is enough. Just keep painting in bright new colors, and finding ways to record the particular beauty of the things you see, and loving those cutie-boys of yours! And all the rest will fall into place. It makes me think of that story you tell, of the storm and the beautiful thing birthed afterward that could only have been born during a storm…. I have a feeling that, in your world, all kinds of beautiful things are being born of this time that feels too quiet. And in the meantime, your peeps aren’t going anywhere.

    Thank you for sharing that story, btw, because I have found such truth and comfort in it over the years! See, your ripples still ripple, even when you don’t know they are rippling!

    Sending love <3

  5. Posted September 4, 2015 at 6:42 pm | Permalink

    Sending you love, girly kitchen table time sharing tea, sitting in silence and giving support or having a giggle fest till the belly aches.

  6. Alex
    Posted September 19, 2015 at 3:21 am | Permalink

    Adore you, your voice, and the ripples you make. Always forever. Big love xo

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