Re entry is never easy for me. I don't know why but it happens every time I leave the Adirondack Mountains. I get home and I feel this fog lay heavily on my creative spirit. My energy levels are at the lowest ebb and I wander about. Now that it has become the expected I know to wait it out and let the process unfold. So this fog will lift and the woodsy layers will reveal their richness and the heights of the mountains will show their rocky peaks and I will emerge again. I can feel it coming...
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