By Diana Baur
It happens.
I woke up very early a couple of weeks ago. It was a beautiful morning, shortly before sunrise. There were no guests, so I could have the whole morning to myself to write to my heart’s content. I took my laptop outside and opened it up, staying off line, sipping my coffee. I glanced out into my lush garden, the birds competing for my attention with their glorious songs. I waited for the spark. A title, a theme, a subject. Anything.
It didn’t come. I fidgeted a little and stretched my back. Nothing. I closed my eyes and did a quick meditation. Nada. Niente.
My first reaction was my knee... More...
