I’ve been camping and gardening and building and researching my family genealogy and crocheting. Everything but writing. There has been plenty to write about–heaven knows I generally always have something to say–yet even my journal lay unopened for days on end. I have been living life rather than writing about it, or even speaking much about it. I had no words that needed expressing. I fell silent.
Someone suggested to me the word fallow.
There is the old term fallow ground. This is when ...
Published on November 22, 2024 02:41