"Today I Am A Clod"

"So now, accept the dull interludes.

Know that the spirit also must rest.

If one burned constantly,

nothing would remain but gray ash.

Where goes the creative spark?

Yesterday I was master of my world:

I rode the wind;

I touched the stars;

almost I caught the blinding glory of God;

But today I am a clod. I am a clod."

by David Grayson

The Countryman's Year

Dearest friends,

When I take pictures through the dusty window of my office, only taking time to blow a few dust bunnies off the ledge, not getting out the polish or window cleaner, I know I am a clod.

When the paperwork for our business is piled up again on the desk, laundry is not getting caught up, leftovers need throwing away, new menus need to be made out--those healthy menus we talked about recently--and a trip to the grocery store made, and maybe the chiropractor, dogs need  brushing as well as a bath, well…….you know the list, then I am a clod.

When I'm feeling anxious that I haven't visited all my blog friends, caught up with email, when I have stacks of files for blog post ideas but all seem dull, well then I am a clod.

When my Quiet Time with God has shrunk and I feel that I'm floundering, then I am a clod.

So until I get caught up some, feel calm of spirit, and wake up ready to create again, I am taking a short blog break.

When David Grayson, a pseudonym for Ray Stannard Baker, wrote "Today I am a clod," he ended by saying:

"I court weariness of body and patience of spirit."

Maybe that's a good prescription for me.