A Pause

It has been more than a week since my last post. It has been an uncomfortable period, there is much I could have written about but little of it was pleasant. I suppose I have been depressed.

I don't have to feel good to write. But, the feelings I am nursing now are not the kind that give birth to stories.

I will try to log on every few days and write something, anything, just to keep the process flowing. But, my heart is not in it.

I am wondering lately if my moods display a cyclical pattern. I don't know if it is the approach of winter that is affecting me or if I am just passing through a manic/depressive cycle with a long periodicity. Manic/depressive is probably too strong a term. Or, maybe it isn't, I don't know.

I remember that my Aunt Betty used to talk about our wonderful family curse of manic depression. She said that we were given a genetic gift enabling us to soar like eagles in our own minds. The only price for this gift was the necessity of enduring corresponding periods of sadness and dispair. I don't think I am experiencing dispair, but sadness is an apt description.

When I feel more desire to write I will try to explore these days after they have passed. In the meantime, bear with me.