It is winter for me. Creatively speaking, I go into hibernation. I carry my camera to work just in case it is needed but I do not feel inclined to use it. I feel empty. No chlorophyl pumping through my veins to change light into energy. I am in the city. Like a deciduous tree in an evergreen forest, I am naked. I am not worried about it. I have been here before and well come back to it again in it’s time. It seems odd but really it is the natural flow of my life’s seasons and rather than kick against the goads it is a good time to reflect.

 ”The river was was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words…” Silence, a laying down of the “should do’s”. A deliberate disregard for productivity. What Jesus told Martha was “the better part” - listening to Him. I am listening. The time to do will be here soon enough.