Writers Block...

There are times when no words come. I stare at blank pages. I re-read past journal entries. I can do this for what seems like hours. Finally, I give in and walk away. I wander.

Then magically I am drawn to that half finished creative endeavor on the dining room table.

Today I am working on a wrist cuff we started in class. I pick up needle and thread and sew on buttons. I always feel like I am channeling my great grandma, Mary Conners. As I mangle stitches I wonder would she be horrified or love my creation?

My mind relaxes and the words flow. I realize that mindless handwork be it painting, stitching, doodling, or gardening is a respite from my stuck mind as well as my grief.

Ta Da...

P.S. I know she would love it.