This painting by the Norwegian, Od Nordrum, captures the way I have been feeling lately. My projects and vision and aspirations have been drying up and I feel I am in the wasteland. I am empty but not in a good "fertile void" or "center of being" way but more of a needy, fill me up sort of ennui. There is a lack of initiative, creativity, energy for social engagement so I am prone to internet fantasy and living in the simulacra. I know that is too is part of the human condition. A psychic friend told me that in her networks many people who had previously been quite active in transformational work are experiencing this deterioration of what had worked before and that nothing has taken hold yet to reform the new work. She says that is because the old forms are quickly disappearing and some of us have not invested very much in the old forms and so we are the first to feel the emptying out. It makes sense to me. My supereGO says GO GO GO, do more, fill that void with productive selfless service. But another part of me says, suffer (the root of passion) through this dark night, for acting now will only be acting for the wrong reasons. (thank you T. S. Eliot). So, I wait and wonder as I wander....