Perhaps the worst effect of my accident is a lack of inspiration. I have a million things to write about here, but I can’t seem to organize any of them, and many just won’t come to the surface to be remembered. I stare at my calligraphy models and admire their beauty, but can’t internalize the rhythm of the strokes. I want to please my father-in-law by playing shakuhachi (尺八) in America, yet it’s just a beautiful piece of bamboo right now, rather than the source of sweet whistling tunes.
Many people thought I might be afraid to ride again, but repairs have been completed and once my body is healed, I fully expect to roll off into the countryside for much needed exercise. My new lavendar bar cork should give me a new feeling as I stretch my legs. Confidently I say that fear will not be my stumbling block.
Why my overly creative fire is not burning is a question I must understand, so I can overcome this hurdle. My hope is that I am just feeling overwhelmed by the insurance process and other frustrating issues. Once we put those to rest perhaps all will be normal again.