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,…
And, once again, time has passed too quickly. It was Edgar Allen Poe who quoted, “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” Life is certainly dream-like on many days as we move automatically through our household responsibilities, our workday, and our relationships. I know many others who feel this way, as we have other thoughts, books, paintings, music, and songs running beneath our skin like the melting snow.
Inspired by The Cheeky Celt, I wrote a song/poem for Elen of the Ways. I’m seekikng copyright free music suggestions for the piece.
The great news is that the book magic has returned. I fall in love with writing, particularly when I can sit down, and the story flows.
I understand the snowdrops are blooming at the Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh, Scotland. I’m so jealous.
