I’ve had a tough summer, forced indoors and into inactivity by allergies and asthma. I’ve learned to take advantage of early mornings when it’s cool and the air is clear. If I wake early and feel good, I write, or work in the garden. One morning I was turning compost at 6 am, forgetting that people were sleeping nearby with open windows. Oops.
I take time for breakfast outside. I bring flowers in when I need to shut the doors and windows and turn on air filters. From inside, I watch baby robins and sparrows learn to fly and forage, and rejoice when crows visit.
As frustrating as it is to not play in the summer, this has its own benefits. It makes me think of writers who had serious illnesses as children, pushing them into their own imaginations. This has been a mini-retreat for me, deeply quiet, restful, and healing in spite of the health issues.
When I feel well enough to write – when I have enough brain clarity and energy and bounce – the stories flow. That’s what I’m gaining – more flow. More flow for story, more intuition, more flow in my life. That is a miraculous gift, and a promise of what’s to come.
Maureen
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