It's a restless time of year. Twilit, chilly breeze rattles the blinds while I wander from room to room wondering what to do next. I painted today - did a lot actually, but my spirit never really settled to any task, and when it did, there was a feeling of loss.No plans, no idea to settle my fingers or entertain my eyes. I don't want to read or watch TV, I don't want to play my guitar or even turn on the lights. I don't want to sleep or eat or talk. Restless...
Maybe when the light is gone I will be calm; silent as the moon.
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Hey Molly! You left a comment on my blog forever ago. I did stop blogging for a while but I think you've inspired me to start again. Thanks!
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