I am doing my best to embrace an ebb period, gaining strength as I swim circles in the vortex of life. Writing, for me, right now, is pretty difficult. Keeping a single train of thought is also difficult, and, quite frankly, tiring. I feel as though my brain is chasing some bit of ephemera. Every time I feel I have it, it slips from my grasp. There are, however, moments of illumination, which I hold gratefully in a tight metaphorical embrace. Like that last post, it came pouring out while I was making the soufflé pictured above (which was delicious), two minutes on a blue legal pad, boom. I’ve got it! This post, well, I’ve been at the keyboard for about an hour, scratching my head, and it still feels a bit off. Definitely ebbing. Hoping the best for you.
p.s. Thanks Katie, for asking. I appreciate it!
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Ebbing can sure be challenging…maybe just making space for the flow to build up? There is certainly nothing ebbing in that gorgeous souffle, dear girl! Yum!
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Writing is so frustrating to me, the more I try to wring the words out of me the more they decide to stay contentedly inside my head. Yes, the souffle looks beautiful!
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the soufflé looks delicious
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