Dry Spells of Expression

What a lovely time and moment I have found this monday morning.
They say in my culture the wee hours of the day are for the two kinds of people ; A witch(night runner),A farmer.

So today am up in the wee hours because I have been in isolation with many attacks of poverty of expression,in a colored dream where the clarity of thoughts could not come out.I have been struggling to be a farmer and do constructive thinking but in vain.Taking a paper and pen ,and eventually ending up with a sentence or two,with scattered thoughts!

Oh vanity,vanity! But no for long,I found a solution,I had not lately been doing my 2-3 times exercise,and weekly solitude to refreshen,Running shelter ,helter with errands that I have always known would eventually where me down.Working for people and not working for self to know the worthiness of being alive.

This last week has been a soul searching and going into self and looking at the journey,removing the wild weeds in my path,like a skilfull farmer whose sole purpose is for an abundant harvest at the end of the season.

Beautiful Ladies out there ,what is your thought on this? Do you have dry spells of thoughts sometimes?