By Irene Conlan –

I’ve been sitting here for almost an hour, staring  at the computer screen, doing some random searches, reading other people’s blogs – trying to get an idea for something to write today. I’m blank. Nothing comes. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Zero!

Usually I have so many things to write about I have to chose one. Life is interesting and exciting for me and I can find tidbits of blog material almost everywhere I look. Not today.  One of the cardinal rules of blogging is that you post something original every day. Every single day, whether you have anything to say or not. Will the Google police get me if I don’t?   Will I fall off the face of the Internet if I don’t post? No, but I might lose my ranking.

If I post something that’s garbage, I risk losing my readers (I have a great fondness for people who come to my blog and I wouldn’t want to lose them).  So what do I do?

It’s kinda like life isn’t it? We have dry spells there, too. Some days just never seem to get started and nothing seems to get done. Sometimes the dry spell stretches into weeks or months – perhaps, for some, years.

I like to think that the dry periods are times when we’re integrating all we’ve learned and experienced – that the body-mind-spirit is sorting it all out, indexing it so it can be found and storing it appropriately, preparing us for the next big challenge we’ll encounter. Is this a time of growth?

So how do we react to it? Perhaps it’s a time to rest, regroup and recuperate. On the other hand, maybe it’s a time to try to forge ahead and see if we can break through.

I suspect that each dry spell is different and you need to sit with it in meditation and let your heart tell you what the next best step is.Sometimes, with me, it takes a while for my head to understand what my heart is trying to say.

So what do I do while I’m waiting for an answer to come through?

It’s an absolutely gorgeous day today.  A crisp 45 degrees this morning on this Arizona desert – a perfect blue sky and sunshine day. I think I’ll put my sneakers on and go for a walk through the neighborhood while everything percolates. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something exciting to tell you.

I would love to hear what you do when you hit this dry spell.