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That Magic Feeling When the Words Flow. A Blog by Debi Rotmil

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The Art of Solitude

New Orleans. Balcony. My mind has been switched into meditation mode. A summer weekend of heat and California sunshine and my mind is baked. Five years of no definable seasonal change. I no longer relish long summer days. Saturdays and Sundays sweating out chores and walks, spin class and cleaning house, emptying closets and collecting for donation to clear space for the next thing, the next move, the next bend in the journey – I wait for that blazing ball to go down. Long lights against my wall followed by night.  Long, late nights creating visions and writing words about the future. Long hours of quiet music, pretty songs of heartbreak and longing.

Starting from Friday evening until last night, I’ve been thinking of plans and trying to let go.  I pulled together inspirational visuals from the internet and I gazed at possibilities until I almost feel as if I could go mad. And maybe I have. A little. But as Mr. Robin once said, “You’re only given a little spark of madness. You  mustn’t lose it.”

Monday. Summer, Monday. Lack of sleep – self induced. I’m paying the price. Ideas are hatching, and plans are in the oven.

But one thing I have from the weekend that I hold dear. This song, which keeps flowing through my head like a mantra. (Excluding the obligatory commercial that will likely break up the peace.)