when a moulting fool lays an egg

on creative lows and clucking your way to a feathery future

The hens have been quite productive.

On our counter there sits an egg spiral.

That spiral contains three dozen eggs.

I’m told that the meal worms are a big part of why the laydies have continued to bring forth their bounty despite the frigid temperatures.

Well…

That was the case until today.

Today was the first day that I checked the coop to find no eggs.

My disappointment was inevitable.

Hens only lay all winter if you jack them up with very expensive artificial lighting.

The Foolsletter?

It’s gotten like the hens.

Many of my posts recently have been akin to rancid eggs.

Bereft of humour, this levity infused creativity exploration has been anything but.

It’s like I tell my former clients about their ‘creative adaptations’ or what other therapists would call neurotic adjustments - It works until it doesn’t.

The inspiration, elan and motivation that I had when I set out have been drained from me like the reproductive abilities of a moulting hen.

I’ve been failing everywhere - as a parent, provider, …