In our bubble…

Or, Golf, when the world must wait awhile…

A rare feeling this morning, in front of the blank page. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way, completely stuck. No inspiration, no idea of how to move forward. Just stuck.

I reach into the electronic note where I store prompts, using this place to record certain ideas as they occur to me, revealing themselves in the midst of the rest of life.

I g…