It happens every once in a while. Focus changes, priorities reorganize, I take a nap. I continue to write but elsewhere. The camera is constantly in use, even while I nap. It’s been refreshing this time away. There is a feeling of newness.
Short notes are jotted down in a red bound journal carried around in whatever bag I’ve got with me. There’s another tattered spiral bound one in the back of my desk drawer that I keep saying I will fill up. It’s more fun to read the words of long ago, however long that was.
When I take these times away, they are often alone only this time it was time away emotionally and mentally. Back in the early days in California I always took a yearly personal retreat. It was just me, my camera, a journal/notepad, and a longing for cleansing from the good earth. It worked everytime. How I loved those days. It’s different now with a husband and child so I create a different means of cleansing.
There is never room for boredom.