My Blooming Mind
Hello Beautiful Soul –
This morning, as I clear my space—physically, mentally, and soulfully, I’m tuning in to my blooming mind. It’s a dance of creative healing, soulful growth, and tender reflection, a space where my heart, intuition, and creativity meet. She is a seeker who helps me hold space for the swirl of thoughts that are always present.
For years, I tried to quiet her. Her current felt heavy, ugly, overwhelmed, sad, and wounded. The more I pushed her away, the louder she became, spilling out in anger, shame, and guilt. I could feel her pulse within, yet on the outside I hid it all. Inside, I was calling out: someone please save me, take this burden away—the burden I felt I was to others.I am sitting here this morning, cleaning my space as in physically and mentally, a tune in, witnessing my reflection always. This beautiful dance of my heart, my intuition, my creative flow and my always blooming mind. She is a seeker and has helped me hold space for the swirling swirl that is always present.
Music as Creative Healing
And then, a song found me. I was listening to Zach Bryan, and the words wrapped around my heart like a message from the divine. Have you ever felt that, when lyrics stop you in your tracks and speak directly to your soul?
Music moves my spirit; it always has. My mama used to say, “It’s a sign of a good song when you get goosebumps.”She was right, pure divine wisdom.
Have you found the “thing” that clears your mind and lifts your spirit? The practice that makes the heaviness drip away and your inner light return?
For me, creativity has always been my medicine. When I let the flow take over — when I stop trying to control and just move with it — something shifts. I get messy. I arrange flowers, doodle, write, play with color, move things around. My hands start to speak what my heart’s been trying to say.
That’s where I find my healing — in the quiet hum between thought and creation. Each little act helps me soften, open, and remember who I am beneath the noise. It’s not about making something perfect; it’s about letting myself be in the making.
“Bloom you, everyone else is taken”
A little bloom from my sketchbook, asking us to nourish ourselves
Skidder’s Dis-ease: When the Mind Won’t Stop
This gift of creativity has always been my superpower—though I once thought it was a curse. If I were to name it, I’d call it Skidder’s Dis-ease:
A wildly contagious condition of the soul where ideas spark faster than you can catch them. Symptoms include skidding joyfully from project to project, pockets full of half-scribbled notes, and an unshakable urge to turn inspiration into something real. The only known remedy? Create.
When my mind gets swirly, I create. I doodle in black ink, layer bits of paper and fabric, and let color guide me home. I arrange flowers, tend to my bees, stitch quilts, and let the hum of sound healing ripple through my space. My hands always seem to know what my heart needs — to move, to make, to bloom.
Each creative act, no matter how small, becomes a moment of healing. It helps me untangle my swirling thoughts and come back to love, grace, and curiosity. My creative flow reminds me that beauty doesn’t come from perfection — it comes from presence.
Creating clears space in my blooming mind. It helps me see which seeds to water, which blooms to nurture, and which weeds to lovingly pull — those thoughts that crowd out the light.
What’s Blooming in My Creative World
I’m being brave and sharing what’s blooming:
🌸 Pebble n’ Bloom, my tiny online shop filled with creative wonderings, is coming soon.
🌸 I’m working on my first creative reflection course, a soulful journey for the heart.
🌸 Fresh creative energy is flowing into my podcast (and I’m dreaming up a new name to capture her essence).
🌸 I’m making space to share my musings and meanderings through Pebbles + Petals, my blog.
🌸 And most of all, I’m savoring these last golden days of summer, gently shifting into autumn with my beautiful family.
A Thought to Reflect On
What’s blooming in your creative garden?
Take a gentle wander through your mind. Notice the blooms that bring joy and the weeds that tug for attention. See what your seeking mind whispers to you—and remember, not every thought that surfaces is true. You get to decide what is true for your bloom.
Thank you for pausing and being here with me today, beautiful soul. Continue holding space for your mind, exploring creative healing, and nurturing soulful growth—your blooms are waiting.
With love and petals,
Katie
If this little story touched something tender in you, I’d love to meet you inside my Wildflowers newsletter — gentle notes, creative sparks, and loving reminders to tend to your own bloom.