I’m going through a bit of a rough time at the moment, as the arthritis in my hands is becoming more acute, and much more painful. Also loosing my friend, the writer Stephen Loveless a few weeks ago has deflated me, far more than I anticipated, leaving me lacking in both energy and enthusiasm.
Stephen himself would be horrified by my plight and would be among the first to tell me to lift myself from the doldrums and get back to writing. Not that simple my old friend, but even your strong presence in my life from beyond the natural burial, won’t help right now.
Its the pain of those around me, that has set the tripwires over which I’ve stumbled, my lack of self discipline and focus has demagnetised my compass, and I’ve been spinning helplessly for some time.
We are halfway through the period of Lent, and over the next twenty days I shall be putting anything that may lead to stress to one side, and park myself in a quiet area. Just some downtime might be the answer.
The door is always open.