Scattered thunderstorms dancing through the region with flash and vigor delay my plans to go hiking. I was hoping to spend time reflecting on what I'd like to share this week and tend to write better once I've spent some time outside.
Lately my ideas and inspirations have been coming in short unfinished bursts. Sounds, light, colors, images and movements-- so many pieces of things that I feel need more time to live in my body before anything articulate and creative can emerge.
I do office work through the afternoon, my senses tuned towards the window, searching for any shifts in the weather that may indicate that the thunderstorms have fully passed.
The sky finally clears with just enough time on this summer day for me to head directly to one of my favorite trails. I let my thoughts "about" what I might write settle into and move with my body along the rather steep and rocky terrain, already almost dry in the August heat. I reflect on my day and the surprise of feeling like I have enough time for everything, from leisure to work to the unexpected, and everything in between.