I think the world, much like myself, has nothing more to say...?
When I have nothing to say there is always something big in the way. Or there have been too many holiday get-togethers.
I'm not sure you ever have 'nothing' to say.. as much as 'what' to say..any & all holiday get-togethers are too many...
my grandparents just stopped by and bless them but they are extremely boring. I was watching the wine I couldn't drink go down in the glasses waiting for them to leave. are you painting?
I wish I was painting.. it seemed to stop the middle of last year.. when I felt I had nothing more to say..like my blog, around the same time.I fear I have become boring.... and the wine I can drink goes down very quick indeed.I want to be me again this year....not sure who or what that is though..
In that case I wish you happy reading and viewing and good company for doing those things with as you look for new and old things to inspire. I miss your blips, they were magical little experiments. Even the mundane moments the world through your eyes is always more beautiful and strange. I can totally relate to feeling that there is nothing to say, though. It's soul-crushing. In the mean time I am working away slowly, waiting for something to emerge, waiting for some guidance when I put my mundane thing together.
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