how now

May has not come in like a lamb. my to-do lists are a mile long. my goals lofty. my energy at times abundant. so why do I sit idly by? I cannot decide where to go first. how to start. what direction to turn.

my blog posts are equally disjointed. I have several drafts at the moment. but none are exactly what I want to say. I twist and turn. my emotions run hot. my words run out. but not my thoughts. my head is full of chatter. images and ideas float and swim and race. and I struggle as how to jot them down on virtual paper.

perhaps it is the lure of spring. the approach of summer. I feel somehow caught in a constant whirl unable to break free. I sit and ponder and wait in the eye of the proverbial storm. when I want to get up and work and do.

how do you choose. motivate. percolate. thrive.

'now I know, a refuge never grows from a chin in the hand and a thoughtful pose. gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.'