My house was burgled at the end of August and for just over a month afterwards I found myself unable to write or paint. The thieves got in by breaking the jalleys (cement shapes that let in the light) in two windows which meant there was a huge amount of mess to clear up and repairs to do. I also ended up doing something which I have resisted for some time which was to put metal bars up at all the windows. This of course meant even more mess and disruption while that was being done.

Every day I managed to do the necessary work but I had neither the inspiration or the energy for any kind of creative endeavour. It wasn’t just the lack of time and all the disruption.  I felt that something had shut down inside me. I felt dry.

Yet without all was wet.  We experienced much more rain than usual at this time of year which is known as ‘summer rains’. At one point we had three days of grey skies and rain that was more like the monsoon than the usual showers and thunderstorms of the summer rains.  At one point we started to go short of electricity as no sun = no electricity when you depend on solar power.  Although there were no floods at times the ground got very soggy.

It was the water that finally unlocked my spirit.

One early morning as I walked from my house to the garden I looked up at the sky and saw the most beautiful rainbow over the full moon that was just setting in the west. For some reason we don’t see many rainbows here and those we have are often quite faint and don’t last long. But because of the sun coming from the rising sun this one had clear colours in a clear blue sky and seemed to last longer than most.  
A few days later, as a result of that mysterious process known as ’creation’ or maybe ’inspiration’  I felt something unlock within me and I painted this picture:

And as I painted I knew the drought within was over and that my creative river was flowing again.  I felt blessed.

September 30th