There was no particular reason. Sometimes I seem to turn inward for a while, as if to make room for quietness and solitude before new energy can emerge.
This summer was such a time.
I did a lot of cleaning and organizing. That seems to help clear the inner clutter as well.
I sorted out some drawers and made stuff with a leftover serviette and two torn bookpages.
The 'poetry' that I found seemed to fit the mood I was in. It is dear to me.
Hope to be back blogging soon!
|(translation: the medecineman - silent - head lowered - before the faint light of stars - a dark hidden place - waiting for spirits)|