Sometimes, around this time in the evening I find myself feeling empty. I have run out of ideas. I have no inclination to act. I feel done. I never know what to do with myself when I feel like this. I usually watch TV to distract myself. The day is full, and rewarding. We have dinner. Then the light gets amber and moody.
Dusk is my in between place of where I don't know where I belong. The sun is setting. I am restless but worn out.
I just made myself get off of the couch which was threatening to swallow me up. I opened this book that I picked up in Racine, WI, last Friday The Dance by Oriah. I just read the words:
"I must cultivate ways of being that let me feel the warmth of encouragement against my heart when it is weary...I must find the song lines that run through my life, the melodies that remind me of what I really am and call me gently back to acting on this knowing".
Okay, I showed up. Now what...