This Morning’s Walk With My Camera Turned Things Around Today
Yesterday was just plain weird. I have been writing a new story everyday. I intended to do the same yesterday. It did not happen. It was like the Writing Spirits decided to take the day off. WTF?
I followed the same morning routine I began since landing in Oaxaca City ten weeks ago. The same routine that included writing here every day.
I went on my early morning walk with my camera. I stopped at Cafe Brujula for my morning latte and muffin. I walked home. I edited my new images. Then downloaded the one’s I knew would inspire the day’s story. Then I stared at my screen.
Staring at the empty screen was like staring at this empty street. Everything is in order, but nothing is happening. I kept staring. And staring.
I stared at the images I selected, nothing. I selected another set of pictures. Still nothing. WTF? This routine always worked before, without fail.
This went on for over an hour. Then I closed the laptop, opened a beer and stared into space. I was sure the writing spirits had abandoned me.
After the second beer my left brain began to chill out. My right brain took the reins. I slowly came to understand. The writing spirits had taken the day off. I just didn’t get the memo.
I went about the rest of my day, slightly disoriented. The new awareness continued to sink in. I was gentle with myself. Taking a day off felt good.
This morning’s walk with my beloved camera helped set the tone for a new day. The walk shifted my consciousness step by step. The scenes and subjects I encountered felt new, like seeing with fresh eyes. My gratitude was deep.