nothing to say
sometimes we have nothing to say, nothing original anyway. and by original, i mean authentic. puling up that which is inside and expressing it through thoughts, words, images or even a smile. i feel depleted.
but the wind is blowing the warm air in, and the sprinklers are on and the sprouts are coming up. so i am heading to the garden to revitalize it and me and try to dig up something to say.