Receive Mode

I'm deep in receive-mode. My head is noisy which is sheer hell. I feel like I am moving through molasses with cinder-block shoes. I have been swimming which is good and I've reached for May Sarton's JOURNAL of a SOLITUDE to console me. For over 25 years this book has and still provides me with surprise and treasure. The weather has been gray and rainy and the forecast is more of the same. My task is to make a nest in this part of my wheel. It is scary and part of me just wants to out-run my chattering mind. A certain amount of running is good but nest building is also essential because the mood usually lasts about three months. "Get comfortable as best as you can in your new emotional home," I tell myself.