What have you been up to?” ask the emails from friends and blog readers. “Where has your creativity gone?”
“My mind has been in a creative lull; at least in terms of writing,” I tell them.
When summer arrived after the long cold wet winter, my body wanted to be outside in the elements.
Working with wood vs writing.
Canning vs Quoting.
Planting bulbs vs posting blogs.Crafting landscapes vs manuscripts
Whenever weather allowed, I was outside.
Now in the return to living inside, my mind wants to read rather than write. The rainy retreat time two months ago fueled a passion which has completed one book every two weeks.
Today, I begin Dreams of Love and Fateful Encounters, the Power of Romantic Passion, written by Ethel Person, a Jungian analyst on the transforming and humanizing effect of love on the psyche.
It is just one of the rhythms of my life. I have been through these before. These phases take my life, my relationships, and my therapy practice to a new level. They are an extension of a process which began at my annual retreat, My writing and my words will return, as will my desire to reach out to people.
“Do you still write in you journal?” one writer wants to know.
“Yes, it's the breakfast of my life.”