The oomph to record has fizzled.
Walking to work in the dark and then home again in the dark is making creative energy a real feat. And, in some sort of psychological manifestation, I’ve come down with a flu that won’t go away.
No matter how much I sleep, oranges I eat or tea I guzzle, the virus is winning: 5 – 0.
It is like doing dark battle with a demon named “Inertia”.
Whine, whine, whine.
Historically the dark period of year is an uncomfortable “psychic” time; the span where we are forced to retreat into the spirit and mind.
I’m holding that thought like a torch, hoping it will light the way into renewed enthusiasm and inspiration.
Happily, Christmas is just around the corner. I think for the first time the holiday season means a departure from the daily rigours.
It means cheer, family, and a concerted, group effort to brighten life.
I can’t express how thankful I am to have this, rather than seeing the rapidly approaching season as a gaping maw of further depression.
a more cheery note next time … promise
when i lived in finland i was definitely grateful for the “concerted, group effort to brighten life” that the christmas season entailed. i think the further north you go, the more important it is.
A mild Muscaria tea is also good for the abiding self through darkness. Sleep too.