Off the Grid
Some days I feel like a writer – where every experience seems to come fully realized with words ripe for the picking, falling into my hand like sunkissed raspberries.
Other days I wonder what the heck I am doing here. Why did I think I could do this? I have no insight, no knack for description, no poignant pen for truth-telling.
I’ve been reading. Sometimes I need to replenish myself with other people’s words. I need to retreat to my love of writing and books. Somehow, that’s not feeling like enough right now. But it has been helpful to drink in the carefully crafted sentences and plotlines of some masters of the craft.
Nothing feels quite right. Environmentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally… I know it will sort out and sift into the right drawers, compartmented and keepsaked in the silverware drawer of my mind.
At least I have learned one thing: to be patient. I will wait upon myself and wait upon the Lord. In his timing, things will be more clear.
July 10th, 2007 at 5:02 PM
How well I know the waiting phase. Hoping. Waiting. Fearing. Wanting. But, mostly, waiting.
May it be more filled with peace than my waiting phases are!