There’s something about this imposed isolation–I’m sure you feel it too–that pushes hard against creativity–for me, anyway. It’s like I’m waiting. I’m sitting in the waiting room waiting for answers to a question I can’t even voice, can’t even imagine much less pronounce. Or maybe I’m just waiting to be called, unsure if I even have an appointment, if anyone knows my name, their own names,or if any of us exist at all.
Meanwhile, the free flow of our days now falls into tidy compartments: early morning exercises are followed by huddling around the news; Scrabble games and phone calls are punctuated by catching news updates; Tuesdays we compose online grocery list for Friday pick-up then check headlines; I drift away to write or read, attend to laundry or meals, but everything is weighted with current events.
Only moments sparkle, each precious moment is like the random sunbeam slanting between clouds, pushing its sweet way into the world,past dark phantoms, struggling to find a passageway for itself, to create a passageway for its fellows, to reach meand you, my garden, your rooftop, our spirits, our world.
Thank you, my darling friends, for sharing this moment with me, for the light and blessing you are to the world, for the sweetness of your being.
Jewniquely Myself 
I loved this Joan.
“Only moments sparkle, each precious moment is like the random sunbeam slanting between clouds, pushing its sweet way into the world,past dark phantoms, struggling to find a passageway for itself, to create a passageway for its fellows, to reach meand you, my garden, your rooftop, our spirits, our world.”
My experience is quite different. I love the solitude and the extra days I can be at home, in my studio, and writing – or working in my flower gardens. I feel like this shut-down set me free in so many ways – no more scheduled events where I feel obligated to show up – I can instead, make my own happy which is really where my heart always is. My creativity knows no boundaries these days – the days fly by so fast – I am so absorbed in my creative work and happy in solitude. My dancing feet know no boundaries. Lynda
Hi Joan and Lynda.
I agree with you Lynda.
I’ve finished one book and sent it off to the proofreader, and then started another.
Started a new podcast, and the Writer’s Grapevine is rolling right along.
I believe that the one thing good that can come out of this is that we can draw from our deepest inner selves and find the golden egg within just waiting to be laid and hatched.
All we must do is allow it to be so.
Joan, this what you’ve written here, along with what I mentioned in my email to you would be great for the GV.
❤
Oh, you’ll be hearing from me, dear Patty, and thank you so much for continuing to shine bright, blessings and love to you *sparkling raindrops**yellow butterflies*
Hi. We must all lean on one another. When one of us becomes tired or feels out of sorts the other of us must stand up and support the one who is feeling down or stuck or whatever the problem is. That is what the writing community is all about. At least to me. Love to you. Take it easy. And be good to yourself. These hard times are to be expected all of us to have them. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I think what have I done with my life? And then I sit down at the computer and I see wonderful notes and messages and blog posts and poetry and other good things from all of the people that I have surrounded myself with and I know. Love to you.
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Always a delight when you visit, Lynda, thank you for adding to the glow, blessings and sweetness to you *yellow daffodils**wispy clouds*