INTERLUDE


Ok, Erica, I do promise to finish....and Beth this must count for "writing" today ~
but
Today I have nothing. The weariness of "keeping my chin up" this week, I find, has worn me thin. Creativity must rebloom. The only sound in my 'thinking place' is
"AAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" Dave said he hit the delete button yesterday so I am looking for it ~ haven't found it yet. So I am breathing in and out and waiting for ideas to stop churning and start swirling.

On the interesting side, this commitment to write has displayed to me some intriguing insights. I now pretty clearly recognize my 'thinking place' -- the place thought forms ~ the place from which I write. I, today, feel a bit like I do when a room is in the state of 6 dyslexic people having passed through -- you've all seen the living room/dining room on our "in and out" busiest days. As I stand on the thresh hold of "time to restore order" I must look at one piece of furniture at a time and say, "I can clear the table ... that's all." When that is done, I can say, "I can dust ... that's all." I feel like I am looking at a place just like that inside of me. Unfortunately my "blog" seems to be somewhere under the clutter of the dishes, discarded jackets, strewn notebooks and mail of the events of this last few days. Clearing away.... I'll be back when I am done.

Comments

  1. I'll continue to upload some pictures as I get the rooms done. I continue to have people say . . . more pictures, more pictures! :)

    The refreshing part of your writing so far is that you write what you think . . . that day. Blogging really is about you putting your thoughts down, and being comfortable with that. When I first started writing here, i had different ideas about "why" and "what" to write. Now, I have now worries about what comes out. I sit . . . and write. It is EXTREMELY rewarding to my soul. A few pictures here and there, and it's all good.

    Another thing I enjoy is that it will be an online diary/scrapbook for the children to refer to when they are old. All of them, no matter where they are, have access to the family "scrapbook" and can actually ADD to it as they live out their lives. Can you imagine, they have admin access and go back and make comments about what happened twenty years ago? For me to read. :)

    I appreciate you and your family. Call Ildi, I am sure she would love to talk.

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