I've been gathering a lot of Moss. Lack of inertia rushed in like a broken dam and flooded my days. Standing still has not kept me from working. Physical work demands constant attention, seasonal jobs have drawn my sweat like snake poison. But the mental satisfaction of any of it has been absent. Unhappy? Depressed? I don't feel so.
Inside my family I've been expressive, silly and focused. Children have had nearly undivided attention during the days. The onset of Spring and Summer weather has triggered annual emotions of hope and visions of gardening grandeur.
But coming here has been a chore. The desire is there. I miss your words, the giggle inducing quips. I am aware of an awakening on the brink. Drawn deeply inward, my thoughts have all but exhausted the energy for personal analysis. "I set my mind in motion" and force my feet into daylight.