Writing is hard to do these days. I’ve been sitting on this one sentence for days now. I should know by now words don’t write themselves and conversations don’t start on their own. There has to be some initiative, effort, desire and work for success in anything. So here I sit, on this sunny Sunday, working to find some meaningful words.I shall take the morning to relax and explore my way back to them. Life lately has been a blur of gardening, harvesting and processing our crops. It’s hard to stop but I shall try.

I’m missing the sun of early summer days when the world was lit at 5ish in the morning. Now it is still dark at 6. At least we have bright clear sunshine today. No clouds or smoke and the sun is not a fiery red. It was a cool 6℃ out but the sun made it nice and warm in the sunroom. I was able to leave the blinds opened and watch the sun dance on the walls.

In the life before the Internet, Facebook and Intagram, my mornings usually start off with breakfast of toast and tea and listening to CBC radio. That was on my days off from work at the hospital. On my work days, I was up before 6. I would feed Sheba (my dog) and then take her out for a walk. I did not have breakfast but make a big mug of tea and head out for work at 7 for my 7:30 shift. I would have breakfast on my morning coffee break. Thinking about it now, I wonder if I could skip the morning scrolling on my devices and listen to the radio instead. I’m tired of being bombarded by courses to improve myself and my life. What instead of reading about it, I just do the work?

Meanwhile, I am working hard with my growing spaces. I’m learning by doing, experimenting, making mistakes, etc. What if I apply that to other areas of my life? What if I just do the work instead of collecting data on how to? I’m opened to being surprised.