Missing in action

I don't know why I haven't been writing lately. There was this big push to get all my "stuff" on line and finally bring some life into this work that has been stagnate in my house for too long. But, I'm here at the bar, looking over at my kitchen table with that same "stuff". Why I deduce my writing, my talent, my god given gift to the world as "stuff".............I'm in a funk. I actually feel like I've spent a week in the Sahara with no water.

My yoga teacher sent me this quote today about Ayurveda. There was a sentence that I got lost in; "You should only eat food prepared by one who loves you" - is that not profound? Food just tastes better with love. I miss preparing a meal with love. I miss having someone to cook for. I really do miss that.

I'm going to go take a long hot bath now and try to wash this sadness down the drain.