In touch

Back to chill winds again. The air smells of blossom, my first thought was of lilac but it's too early so it must be cherry blossom. Then, this morning I spied a lilac bush just springing into bloom, so, I was correct, but it's two weeks early, perhaps an early summer is on the way?

Feeling very creative lately, despite the last week being slightly hectic and throwing me off base a little, I am buzzing with new ideas. There is just the problem of what to tackle first, I know I am supposed to be getting ready to leave for France but other things keep nudging me. The trip is on hold whilst I wait for ma's blood test results, once that has been settled we are "on the road again."  Until that time I have some creative space to fill. This is quite a luxury for me now, I used to be so busy, still am but it's a different sort of energy now and there are more gaps in between to play with.
It's part of being human I think to fill these gaps with mindless activity sometimes instead of just being, I often feel guilty if I'm not chasing something up,  it's then I pull back into that space and let it fill me up  with nothingness, oh dear, this is not making sense. I need these spaces to be able to create, even it means being solitary for awhile which  ofetn confuses my friends, when they can't get in touch. Choice phrase there, getting in touch, that's it! Perfect.