Drought.....

I've enjoyed writing ever since I used to open my fifth grade pink diary and fill a page for each day.....I kept diaries all through college. Before the internet, there was letter writing to friends and family. And while living in New Castle, Delaware, after our kids were grown and gone, I had a weekly newspaper column for the small town paper. I enjoyed that space to share random thoughts.

Then, a few years ago, I started my small blog. It was just another tool that let me wander through my mind and share my ponderings. Usually I have maybe seven to ten entries per month.....but nothing is set in stone and I have a very small "following". I don't do this for any other reason other than I like to think about "things" and then put my thoughts down in black and white.

For the past two months or so I've just felt "dry".....nothing much to "say". It wasn't any kind of life change or pressure but I was feeling sort of "bad" that I had nothing to share. Today, our daughter, posted something that made me feel better. She is an artist working more than full time in her studio....and she makes some amazing pieces and is represented by some very good galleries. But today, on her instagram she shared the following: "I used to beat myself up when I didn't perform/excell....I'm changing my expectations and allowing much more grace." (I hope she doesn't mind me sharing that!)

So I've decided that I am in some kind of fallow state.....a drought of ideas if you like. I trust my brain wanderings will return, sparked by something I see while walking Fenway, or read. For now I'm just quiet.