drippings

The fledgling birds who live outside our bedroom window have learned to feed themselves. The lovely morning chorus of hungry cries has disappeared and yesterday I slept in surprisingly late without their morning calls. Last night it rained and it feels like a hush has descended upon my neighborhood.

But the hush has not descended upon my brain. My month long dance intensive/teacher training is coming to an end and we have a 3 hour performance this afternoon. I awoke early with the thread of the performance running through my head. I wanted to return to sleep but the score wouldn’t let me.

My brain is full but the words don’t want to come through my finger tips. I just need to sit with this for a while. Let the stew finish cooking and then return. The work has been hard. I feel myself rubbing against a grate and then pulling back. I feel like I need to refill my creative juice. A week of silence would be wonderful, but perhaps I will get a day of it.