Health hiccups have slowed my writing. I have found that pain, fear, and worry erases my thoughts and creative fire. It’s quite the disturbing experience and I am ashamed that I have not been able to write in several weeks. I’m frustrated by the blank canvas of my brain. I know the books are there, but I can’t get to them. It’s disheartening.
Fortunately, the warming days have provided respite in my magical garden. I fall in love over and over again with the plants that are pushing through the soil and beginning to blossom. The health hiccups have caused depression and despair. Navigating the healthcare system has been frustrating. I need to wait, what feels like an eternity, for more tests and hopefully, some answers. Fortunately, the garden is healing. As I putter, dig, weed, and plant, I am currently listening to Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Gathering Moss. It’s a testament, thus far, to life and to mosses. When I looked up additional information on the author, I found this quote:
Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift. The land knows you, even when you are lost. – Robin Wall Kimmerer
Thank you, Robin Wall Kimmerer, you echo my deepest beliefs. Here’s to Spring and springing back to life and relighting creative fires.
