Saturday Morning

The sequence of events:

I got up and my blood sugar crashed hard.

Then it was humid.

Then I had a hot flash.

So shaky, sweaty and disoriented from the sugar crash, the humidity sent me round the twist, and a hot flash at that moment is what I would consider adding insult to injury. In fact, I think hot flashes should be illegal between Memorial Day and Labor Day, but no one asked me.

Anyway, the events continued:

The painters arrived unexpectedly at 8 AM.

The proper Capricorn full moon was at 7:30 AM.

Add: one partial lunar eclipse.

What did I do?

I sweated. I barked. I apologized. I demanded that the windows be closed and the house cooled down. I wrote a snarky email to the painters. And then,

I laughed.

The confluence of events was overwhelming and, more to the point, hilarious. Come on, if you saw the newly-slim Valerie Bertinelli in a made-for-television movie go through that exact same sequence of events, you wouldn’t believe it could happen that way. So,

I laughed.

And then I laughed some more.

Sometimes, a painter just forgets to call, the full moon happens, and hot flashes? Well, they have a method and a madness all their own.

Lighten up, dear one.

As John Bucchino, that brilliant songwriter, so eloquently sings, “It’s Only Life.”

Or, more soberly, but nonetheless a truth, remember the wisdom of Solomon’s Ring:

This Too Shall Pass.

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Seedless in Summer

As of last Friday, I have no more Seeds written. Oh, I have the next 26 planned. Made up each file, put them on the Seeds Inventory list, all ready to go, but I have not written them.

Why?

Because it’s good to be empty.

My usual pattern is to write Seeds twice a year. It’s a mind-set of sorts. Like writing jokes almost. I have to be in the right space. The spaces I make for Seeds are the weeks between Christmas and New Years Day, and the weekend of Fourth of July.

Now I could have written these next 26 Seeds over the past month since I planned them, and even though I opened the file for Seeds 27 several times, I did not write them.

It’s good to be empty.

Very good.

I grew up with a mother born at the tail end of the Great Depression. Empty meant hungry to her. There was always enough food in our house for a week’s meals even when she thought there was nothing to eat. Empty wasn’t safe. But that’s not so for me.

It’s good to be empty.

There are writers who don’t feel this way. Certainly in my novel-writing, I never finish one that I don’t start the next one immediately. That way I’m always in the middle of the next one. (At this moment, number eight!) But not with Seeds.

I like the idea of pouring out my creative heart till it’s empty of Seed ideas for that part of the year. I’m not afraid of empty because I recognize the Source of my creativity. I’d call that God, but other words work as well: Source, Intelligence, The One, The All, Mother.

Seeds themselves are a special kind of writing. I like to write them in two or three days and have that be all I am doing. A holiday weekend is perfect. It almost never takes long before I’m in the groove, and soon enough I’m done.

The secret of empty is the belief that I will be filled. Empty here on planet Earth means filled is on its way. Nature, it is said, abhors a vacuum. So does creativity.

Are you stuck in a creative project?

Good. Get empty.

It’s good to be empty.

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Global Balance

Seeds XII, 26

Seed: Global Balance

I know, I know, a lot of folks are burned out on the subject of global warming, but despite our wishful thinking, that won’t make it go away. I am particularly interested in its name change to climate change because the larger truth is that we are undergoing global warming and global cooling.

It’s the dead of winter as I write this Seed. In two days, it’s supposed to be 48* in Boston in January! Like so many, I am glad for the mildness of the winter, but I worry about what that mildness connotes. I feel sometimes like Scarlett O’Hara, “I’ll think about that tomorrow.”

Well, tomorrow turns into today with the regularity of a clock, dear one. So here’s my proposal for planetary balance. Let’s make a prayer pact. This doesn’t mean stop recycling or stop looking for and creating alternative energy sources. This means, in addition to all the things we are doing for the planet, that we all agree to pray for Earth.

What to pray? May our Earth attain a global balance, global health, global well-being. Amen.

If enough of us pray this, things will change.

Be passion,

Susan Corso

Dr. Susan Corso

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