I am stuck. My creative process has been frozen. It has been days since I've created anything. When we went to the desert I forced myself to cut words out of books and create some poems but nothing felt like it came from the heart. For as hot as it was in the desert nothing could defrost the deep freeze in my mind. At home I've stamped some words on cloth and gotten out my embroidery floss thinking to create something with words and fabric. But nothing comes, I get up, wander from room to room, stare at the walls, pick something up put it down, stroll into the garden, make an excuse. Always thinking, thinking, thinking, could that be it? Maybe the creative process involves less thinking----.