Like a puppy, I follow my Muse, here, there. Another wasted day. How is it, after all this time searching, there is no path for me?
The church, work, friendship--all bores. And now, even my beloved Writing holds no life. What difference does it make, if I clean the house, buy a new bra, or attempt to write—something, anything? There is no need for me. How does each day pass? Somehow I move from superfluous to redundant to unnecessary.
For decades I had dreams and goals-- but now? I belong to no one and nothing. Bobbing, lost, on a sea of selfish distractions, afraid and unsure how to give. Why am I so stingy? How can I serve?
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Character study—Grace
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1 comment:
well said...
i so relate to what you write... and yet, don't we in these moments still find something of essence, even in the loss of everything there is something...
keep writing. please.
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