September 1, 2009

Dry Spell

When your heart's occupied with disaster, it is hard to think creatively, or even feel like speaking, let alone writing.  Summer became a cascade of bad things for my Mom, with several visits to the emergency room and now she's in a nursing facility. 
This year's theme seems to be Renunciation: not only did I have to let the gardens go this summer, I've let this writing go, and I wish I had captured some of the nicer days here.  Maybe there will be some easier days this fall, when I can tend to the gardens, to this site, and to myself.