|Maurice Denis's The Seasons|
I need some sunshine.
I need some air.
When I woke up this morning, I could hardly get out of bed. It wasn't the usual kind of fatigue. I know that feeling. It was emotional and I've been feeling this sour feeling for weeks and weeks now, meaning I just didn't want to get up and do the usual routine that I have been following. I wanted to walk, but didn't, I checked my email, then Twitter, then Facebook, then looked at my pages, worked for a bit , then returned to the Internet, AND by noon, I felt very odd, indeed. Amid all that I cooked a meal and swept floors and washed clothes, and while doing all that, I felt like I really wanted to scream, though I really hate, hate, hate to admit it on the blog, but the more I thought about it, the more comfortable I am with writing this. It's okay to write that I am exhausted and doing too much. It's okay to say that I'm feeling a creative strain again. I am distracted, and my brain is full of too much noise. I need to be quiet. I need to paint and write and walk and work in my garden. I need to remove myself from distractions and breathe.
I think I might be gone a long time this time. I might finish my book before I come back. I might have a birthday, Fred might have a birthday, too. Months may pass. Summer will start I am sure, so in saying goodbye for now, I'll close with an early Happy Easter. I am going to become one of these silent women in the woods and hunt for hidden things, get into the mystery of myself and other weird things like that.
|Maurice Denis' Easter Morning|
And so, wish me well and I leave you with a smile and a wave!