Inspiration…

have I run dry?

I feel moved by nothing – don’t have the push to write.

I cry every so often – even that doesn’t make sense – I don’t know when it’s coming.

I’m trying to focus on me for a bit – let these feelings of sadness dissipate – use themselves up –

leave me alone…

But, then they sneak back in – no warning – just tears.

I guess I loved my Mom, admired my Mom, learned from my Mom, in ways I don’t always realize.

But, they’re there in subtle ways – sometimes hard to perceive – my lust for life and the people in it,

my love of animals, my appreciation for all kinds of music,  but, my love of nature? No… that came from

somewhere further back in my DNA. My Mom loved the flowers I grow, but she didn’t want to get

her hands dirty! My love of color and the eye I have for it didn’t come from her either.

It has made me appreciate just how one of a kind we all are – I contain bits of her, bits of

Dad, and many bits from countless others who came before…

Thoughts of her move my mind in myriad directions.