My mind is empty. Normally I would receive that as a blessing. Although..., perhaps I need to make a distinct between empty and tidy. Tidy is not necessarily empty, but empty is alway tidy?! Anyway, my inspiration has been washed away. And know that inspiration is the fuel to set me in motion and keep me going. I can state that my intrinsic ideals need to be fed with extrinsic inspiration. It's slipping out of my hands. It is not only of the arrival of Covid 19 what is getting me down. My notes pile up but don't cause it to turn into something tangible, something readable. It is a necessity for me to capture my "experience". I must stay conscious and aware of what I feel and do. It helps me to add my personal value to me being and acting Therefore, this post. There ar a few signs that have caused me to get behind my keyboard again. The fact that Andrea is writing again and even a post of hers has been translated and published . I have come to confront the conseque