I'm not sure what's wrong but I seem to have lost my writing bug. We are having the most wonderful weather and it fills me with the urge to do everything I want to do all at the same time. I want to work in the yard, mowing, planting new flowers and setting up a little birding garden. I want to keep adding new and unusual things in the Etsy shop. I want to clean the house from top to bottom and to spend those first four hours of everyday in our classroom. I want to ride my bike and run three miles and start making plans for Christmas. I'm not sure where all of this energy and time is going to come from but while attempting to do all of these things I must make time to practice my lessons for the writer's workshop.
I spent such a heavy-hearted weekend watching the 9/11 memorial coverage that I woke up today with the continued awareness that life is so short. Busy activity seems to cover up the fact that someday I'm going to die. I keep working to ignore that we all have to do this one. last. thing.
And try not to be too sad about it.
But watching the families grieve and the nation come together to remember was something that I'm still carrying in my heart.
Living in motion, feeling the pause...