By Katie Tallo
I’m a little lackluster today. I’m finding motivation hard to muster and perspective tough to glean. Maybe it’s the northern chill that descended upon my park and cut my morning walk short. Maybe it’s the yellowing of all the leaves or the quiet of this small town after the bustle of a trip to New York City. Maybe it’s the fact that my daughter is away and with her my sense of place in the world. Maybe it’s just a simple ebb in my momentum – an eddy in the river of my soul.
All I can do when I’m weary is to begin – to write one sentence after another. I breathe and I write, I breathe and I write some more, and then I begin to flow. I begin to warm up. I can see the swaying gold inside those yellow leaves. The tides of my imagination begin... More...
