Sometimes I get on here and I just stare at the screen.
I want to write but.......
I'm naturally inclined to write about what I adore, love, think beautiful, and generally feel hopeful about.
So when I don't feel the above then what.... maybe i just need to write anyway?
Maybe it will get me unstuck?
I'm bogged down with this Way- the doing, the spinning, the driving, and the talking. Even though it is what we have chosen.
I'm aching for quiet, for some peace, some gentleness in my head- all the time staring at sheer beauty and love around me.
Usually it all points to my tank being empty... that there isn't much else to give.
Or that I need more sleep.... so goodnight.