I’ve drafted numerous posts basically saying the same thing, all to be digitally crumpled in a ball and thrown into the wall.
I’m still waiting for the right words to fall.
Here’s a secret: I feel I’ve been speaking without saying a word, rambling empty; a mere echo.
I think it’s time to shut the door until my voice returns. But I could be wrong.
I’m inventorying everything. And what doesn’t pass through fire will have to die. Nothing has a safe place to remain, not even the dearest things. I won’t hold onto idolatry. Ash is never meant to last.
I didn’t picture this season. Maybe if I did I would have run fast and far.
Disillusionment is a powerful poison.
I have a feeling things are just getting raw and started. Mmm, but hope has not departed.
This blog will be shifting a bit. Stay tuned.