Fertilizing the Trenches

It's been about 6 months since I fed this blog.
I've been feeding the baby instead.
It's time, though, that I begin nurturing my creative garden again.
I've begun to feel withered and dry.
I started 2014 just right.  I tilled the creative soil with some music practice and a brief free-write.
Tonight I'm putting some fertilizer down with another free-write here.

Trenches

I'm in them day to day. 

The epic battle of the dishes.

The laundry skirmish.

The high-chair disagreement

Sleeping in one is never a comfort,

but from time to time a "personal time" conflict

will leave one or the other partner sleeping in the trench zone.

Conversations can lead to them.

Misplaced thoughts can create them.

It's all too easy to trip into one when speaking before thinking.

Trenches

Weren't they also bowls made of bread back in the day?

Maybe that was trenchers.

hmmmmm