I
have had a “dry spell” in my writing – a time when my metaphoric pen ran out of
ink, and I couldn’t replenish it. My
ideas were all focused on family needs and transitions, my counseling practice,
and more recently, learning the personally and professionally exciting field of
neuroplasticity, how the brain changes itself, and how that can be applied to
eliminating persistent pain.
Now
my thoughts and desires turn, again, to the traditional preoccupations of
spring. I am planting my garden,
choosing plant starts and seeds, following the sun through the day to see where
it lingers most, and planning where each plant will (hopefully!) be able to
grow and produce its vegetables, fruit, or flowers.