Fritillaria Meleagris

I seem to be in recovery mode, slow with little brain, as I catch up on everything I’ve let slip in the last few months. I’m determined to write, but writing eludes me. No sentences emerge, no words flow.

What I do have are moments, thoughts, brief flashes of “Oh, that’s what I need to work into that story.” They come at random, but more when I meditate or read or listen to a teaching that pulls me deeper, or when working on writing skills – reading about grammar, at the moment ( yes I really am.)

I make notes, and know what I need to do next in a growing number of stories, but still, the words elude me.

So I rest, and do other things, and let the ideas play, and find inspiration in odd places, like the fritillaria blooming in my garden. It’s so wonderfully snake-like – there’s got to be a character there.

Perhaps this is what I need ­– rest and inspiration – to prime the pump. If I remember this, I’ll feel less like I’m wasting my time, and more like I’m incubating.

Maureen

Slogging Since December

We’ve been slogging since late December – moving my husband’s parents into assisted living, cleaning out and selling their house, supporting my mom through a couple of hospital visits, moving her into assisted living, and getting her condo ready for sale. It just went on the market, and we can finally catch our breath.

I wouldn’t recommend the double whammy – one move is more than enough. But we have survived, and the work was done well, the parents settling in, my house packed with new treasures. And it’s spring and the garden is in bloom and somehow the taxes are done, too. I think it’s hammock time.

Maureen

Early Morning Rain

I woke this morning to a rain-cleaned world, birds singing, the garden in bloom. The front pear tree is flowering, two weeks earlier than ever before. The forsythia is showing yellow, and bulbs are sprinkling spots of colour around my garden.

Writing is squeezed between the rest of my life, as we pack up and clean out my mom’s condo. Writing and work in the garden are my joys right now, every day.

Maureen