I have been quiet lately, here and in my daily life. Not sure what to do about it but to accept and wait for the tide to turn. I have gone for days only painting in my journals, or making tiny threaded knots on pillows, but unable to write any words. I am moving through life, making lesson plans and baking bread, meeting deadlines (but just barely) and yet I am doing it all with minimal sound. Once I take off my "mommy" or "teacher" hat I become a silent observer, mostly content, but sometimes unsure and unsteady. I have been in this place of stillness before and know that it passes. Perhaps you have been here before and understand.
Tomorrow I will take a walk. (I have been inspired by Misty's video.) Or do a yoga session. Movement would be a good thing, I imagine.
Just finished reading---The Lace Reader by Brunonia Barry (really liked) and The Portrait of Mrs. Charbuque by Jeffrey Ford(LOVED)
Tonight I will dive into---Life is a Verb by Patti Digh
Blessings to each.