I haven't been writing here in a while. I have been writing in email, which has drained all my writing energy. But here I am. And writing is the subject of the day, since it is time for me to sort out my writing for this project. So, I am opening up all my old files and wondering how it is that I go off on tangents that can last for years. I become fixated and at the same time paralysed. Disaster. So, I am untying yet another knot...
I went for a walk on the train path this morning, to clear my head and pull myself back into my work. Family, Burkhard's visit and New York City have soaked up my time and energy. Good always to go back to assess how far I have come. I don't feel the same in any area of my life. Time and money have a different value, and what I am deeply attached to has changed. I view Burkhard from that distance, still appreciating all that he is, and our wonderful rapor and feel so far away from it. I moved to the country, and the move, after two years, is now internal.
The news today was devastating. Train bombs in Madrid. I go back to the trauma of Sept. 11 very quickly. Very disturbing, and frightening to think that Europe is now the terrorist battleground.
The best thing about the current political climate is that it doesn't feel as paralysed as it has for the past few years. The election process in the U.S. provides a very open channel for debate and dissent. But we continue to be in a very volatile climate. I seek solace in nature, both emotional and physical.