Many of us have been for weeks on end thrown entirely upon our own inner resources, and my little crisis of confidence came about I think because mine were quite depleted.
Self doubt creeps in. I have become so aware of how important casual so-called
'small talk' is. Human connection at a very simple level: a few inconsequential words, the touch of a hand, a perfunctory hug - things you may not even notice until they are missing.
Julia Cameron in The Artist's Way talks of filling the well, and I have realised how much seeing different things fills my well. On the once weekly trip to the nearest sipermarket my eyes are on stalks! They greedily take in the way the light on the water is different at the next village, and different again on the more enclosed Holy Loch. The road verges vary on different stretches where they are in woodland or in the open, next to the shore or being cut by the council. A glimpse of the higher mountains to the north is exciting, and as we approach the town I see the changes in the gardens in just one week.
What fills the well for you?