It has been a long time

It is hard for me to explain ~ exactly ~ what it is like for me to write. There is a place inside me where I "hear" what I am going to put into words. There is a sort-of vibration, a reverberation, to the thoughts. When the resonance is right -- I write.

For a while,
       for a LONG while ~ nothing.
It has been, almost, as if I held a large magnet and walked toward another magnet with like pole facing me. I feel pushed back, repelled ~ like there is a boundary I cannot cross.

but


Today I felt a gentle beckoning. So, as it were "on tip-toe" I crept into my blog site. Full of trepidation (sounds funny even as I write it, yet, that is what I felt -- like my heart of hearts was warning, "is this still your place? do you belong here anymore?") I came anyway.

I decided to re-read something I had written -- something past and unremembered so I could see with unjaundiced eye if I had EVER written easily. The story I chose randomly was the story of Jehoshaphat sending his worshipers out as the vanguard of his army against the enemies encircling him.

I like it.

So I will try again. . .tomorrow. This is not the empty promise of procrastination. Today I have an appointment and I do not want clock as a task-master rushing me out of thought and clarity.

so = until tomorrow.


I wonder what I'll write?

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