Field at rest.  Germany, August 2010.

I can feel it breaking over me like a gray wave: the fallow period.  I used to freak out when it came, worry that I’d never be creative again; I no longer have such fears.  I’m learning that my creative process is one of ebbs and flows, and I can always count on a fertile patch being followed by a time when my soil requires rest and rejuvenation.  The external will always balance itself with the internal, and inward I go to meet it.  How to keep a daily blog when this happens?  I guess I’m just going to acknowledge it, let it be here without a fight, and see what it has to teach  me.