Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Do I have a writer's block?

I’m not finding anything I want to write about so I’ll write about that. And blank.

I have goals that I’m afraid to reach toward. My current situation allows me to continue hiding from myself and those goals. And blank.

I have some very supportive people and resources and life is getting better, but I am not yet willing to hear reality. Yet my reality is what I make of it, taking into account the universal boo-boos that are planned for me.

I found this photo and it looks to be an old aqueduct/bridge thing that seems to parallel my issues. The old is crumbling and being washed away. But since I cannot see the new I run scared, and running is too familiar… it doesn’t work. And blank.

“And blank” is the emptiness that sits at the end of a sentence where another sentence might have joined had I had another thought to add. Another sentence would deliver me, possibly, to a paragraph? That’s the way compositions used to work but this is blogging; an informal rendering of heart and mine to cyber page.

I long to find the indwelling stirring that I feel and use to pen my pages; it’s not gone… it just seems to be on a break. Maybe I’m forcing issues I’m not ready for. Maybe I need some rest. I won’t know until I get ‘there’: End and blank.


  1. whatever that's a picture of, it's gorgeous. it looks as if it's quiet there. the quiet can be so beautiful sometimes.
    when i was younger and played music, i felt that i always had to PURGE myself of things.
    now? years (literally!) go by with no songs.
    when i started the blog i felt that way too. so i take breaks to avoid writing myself into a corner.
    thanks for your compliments on my poetry. i hadn't written any in years and suddenly out popped those four today. and it may be years before i write anymore.
    lover of jazz...

  2. Dear Anonymous...
    your true fans will wait the four years or so for such gifted and heart-rendering sentiments. The photo was taken in Wales by a cousin. Best regards, dc.


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