I have struggled to start writing again after mostly a summer of performing. Writing is a stop/start thing for me these days, but finally I am learning how to use my meditations that seek to empty my crowded brain so new ideas have room to show up and be noticed. While I admire writers who can produce long pages every day, this little ten minute play I am working on has taken its toll. I can see the end of the play since this morning when I looked up at the gray clouds in the charcoal sky and saw the sun break through with a vengeance. Nature teaches us how nothing is static, even our moments of doubt.