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Dare the Day to be Fruitful

I am emptied out. There is nothing left. No more words to come, the well is dry. The repetition drowns and suffocates, I gasp for a final breath, something to redeem. What is there? An empty space. A white room devoid of colour. What was there, is lost, lost into the washing machine. Splayed out on the clothes line, a body without limbs, lacking substance.

Dare the day to be fruitful. Dare the journey to the bank to be no other than what it was. Dare the supermarket and its ploy. Dare the words scrawled on my brain that baulk at my complacency. Drive along dear mother, drive on a road without lanes, drive down the middle and risk the collision. The crash is required, a jolt necessary.

Make the meal, prepare it with care. The colours are so vivid, the yellow courgette, the red pepper, the faint tinge of yellow in the ginger root, the translucent snow pea. Stir them all up and what do you get? A big stew of colours that have lost their definition in the mix. A collage of nothing that makes me squirm, that hungers for more.

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Refresh and fill up again...

Dare to take a break when you need to without guilt nor worry. Your gift is permanent and you will fill up again--just as the washing machine and the dinner table do. There is a rhythm there for one as artistic as you are. Don't be afraid of the emptiness when it comes. As I overheard a minister friend say today, "Walk toward your fear."

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I like that Sue, ''walk

I like that Sue, ''walk toward our fear''. It is empowering in a sense and rids the sense of helplessness that can easily invade. Best, M

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Mares, Well, you cook every

Mares,

Well, you cook every day, so you can never be empty on writing edible stories. If you want to write twice a day, you can add breakfast, and if you want to write three times a day, add lunch. You'll be so busy, you'll forget being emptied.

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Thanks Keiko, at least now I

Thanks Keiko, at least now I have the title of my next book, ''next'' being the operative word of course. I could call it Edible Stories! What do you think? Would you buy it? LOL! Mares

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Maybe it´s one of those

Maybe it´s one of those times when you need to stop, not think about it for a little while and get some input. Restock your soul and your mind again. I remember how excited you were when you visited that castle... :-)

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Thanks for the advice Lu. I

Thanks for the advice Lu. I feel better today-blue days are just that, they pass with the next sunrise. Mares

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hey, m - everybody needs a

hey, m - everybody needs a down day every once in a while. best to just let it happen, and if possible - enjoy it. may i suggest closing your eyes and daydreaming of some fond memories.

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Done deal

Done deal d........................................snooze..................wait, is that inspiration I see before me? Alas, dear famous author, I knew thee well!

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laughing as i'm rolling my

laughing as i'm rolling my eyes.  ;  )

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Keep laughing d, but I have

Keep laughing d, but I have the most amazing intuition going!

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Filled up...

With your amazing intuition going, why do I think you are "filled up" again? I laughed when I read Keiko's comment because she will have you blogging three times a day as if once is not difficult enough.

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Sue, I am sure I am fickle,

Sue, I am sure I am fickle, like the moon or the tides or the wind that blows through my mind without any destination...it simply occurs, without reason or definition.

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Mares, we are human beings,

Mares, we are human beings, not human doings. Cut yourself some slack when you need it.

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Cut slack! Ellen, I like

Cut slack! Ellen, I like that, it's comforting but maybe I've cut myself too much slack for my own good! Thanks, slainte, Mares

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I seriously doubt you are a

I seriously doubt you are a slacker, Mares.  Remember when you got whiplash and felt a bit restless lying around?

By the way, how are you healing?  And Lenny, the extremely empathetic dog?

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Ell, Thanks for asking about

Ell, Thanks for asking about Lenny. He is doing so much better, still has two weeks left of confinement and four pills a day. No walkies, although I did break the rules and took him to the park, which he loved but he tired towards the end. It is hard to see such an active dog so idle. As for me, well, I mean slack off in the writing, the good old procrastination word.........Mares

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But Lenny's going to make

But Lenny's going to make it, and that is the important thing.  It wasn't his time to go.  There are more bog walks and more gourmet table scraps in his future.

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Lenny sends you  a wag of

Lenny sends you  a wag of  his tail and drools in agreement!

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Sue,You’re right about

Sue,

You’re right about that. Don’t I know how hard it is to just write one blog? Yes, I do. But Mares and yours and other people seem to write effortlessly. And Mares upload one almost daily, and I can’t even keep up reading it. And she has time to doubt it!

Mares,

I thought about it. I think this is a good sign. In the comments like these, I’m reminded of your effort and self-doubt. And that’s why you have many loyal readers.

About inserting photos, I sent you an email, a copy of Jitu’s instruction.

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I look upon my blog as a

I look upon my blog as a journal of my thoughts and musings. I never dreamed that anyone would read them! I am honoured that you do Keiko, as well as the other wonderful friends I have met through Red Room. I send you my humble thank you's. Mares