The words just won’t come these days. I have started to write at least a half dozen musing, blog posts in the past several weeks. All of them get started with a few, clear sentences and then the words that I’ve been watching be written in my head fade away like words on a beach washed away by the tide.
Instead of struggling and becoming increasingly frustrated by the ideas that just won’t come forth into written words, I thought I’d write of the struggle to just write. Interestingly the words are flowing with ease; most curious.
I long to write more. Writing fills me up while clearing me out in a very unique way. When I write it’s as if the muddled parts of life somehow settle into a new coherence. Speaking to people out loud of my journey continues to be a bit of a mess as I just can’t quite seem to form words verbally in such a way that seems to make sense. But writing – that is a good, good thing.
I want to write here so much more but just can’t quite to seem to find the way. Perhaps that too is simply part of my learning process and I need to not try quite so hard. All does come when it is time for me to allow it to flow.
For today this is enough; simply sharing where I am in this time, this moment.
Breathe and Be 