I've been trying to write a blog post for several days but haven't been able to get my thoughts together. Not that I haven't had thoughts. If anything, too many of them.
I've been seeing a physical therapist for trouble with my neck. It's reminiscent of my spinal fusion almost three years ago which led to major changes in our lives. It's like it's happening all over again. As we prepare to sell our house and move, I've been thinking about connection, place, and the meaning of home. That leads to memories of leaving our lives in Massachusetts to pursue our dreams and where we are on that journey. Which naturally makes me think about my art, what it is and what I've done for it, or haven't done, for better or worse.
This is the calm before the storm. I feel dark and quiet inside, like a fallow field, but there is electricity in the air. An energetic anticipation. I choose to trust and embrace it.
Have you had fallow periods in your life? How have you dealt with them? Post your comments below.