One of Those What Now Junctions

My mind is either a desert lately or a tangled wilderness with no paths to clearings or views. I've been hurrying along for years, it seems, and suddenly I'm here, but I don't know what to do.  I feel separate from things, and powerless, and I've been sleeping poorly and don't have any energy. The "news" is getting to me, but so is the old stuff, and I'm grateful for books to climb into, but my hands and my head are creating nothing new. And it's warm out today, and beautiful here in the way that breaks your heart, and there's something wrong with anyone who would stay inside with the blinds drawn. I'm going to go outside right now and look for the best part of the day. I'll let you know if I find it.