Trying to write when too weary.

Today I sat down to try and write a blog post. I try to get one written in the third week of the month.
Life has been hectic this past couple of months and my focus has been on getting through all that is necessary each day. No time for waxing lyrical!
Things are calming down now, but I am still finding I need to step out to regenerate.
I have just written a short meditation on dryness to give you a brief picture of how things are. You will see it is not all bad. However, as Peter Cundall used to say at the end of each ABC Gardening Show
“That’s your blooming lot for now!” See you soon.

Meditating on Dryness.

Dry and can’t write
Dry as chips
Dry as a bone
Dry the washing
Hung out to dry
Wrung out and dry
Dry the dishes
Dry the baby after a warm bath
Smell of powder and
Warm baby-ness
Snuggle up and cuddle
Take a deep breath and smell it
Dryness before rain
Landscape of longing
Parched and wasted
Dry after rain
Not quite dry of course, still dripping with sweet air and water
Dry under a roof
Listening to the rain and wind outside
Thinking of people not dry
Cold, wet, abandoned
Leaving addiction
Striving to get dry
Been dry and counting the time
Proud dryness
Dry eyes
Dry your eyes, there you go
Dry skin
Depletion
My dryness of heart and soul

needing deep water.