I find it harder and harder to face the blinking cursor without an idea of what I want to say. I am involved with reading and quilting and trying to keep my foot going and trying to hear out of my right ear and looking at all the things I need to clean up and my mom. My life is a run-on sentence.
Right now, today, I am not feeling freshly inspired. I am not feeling the burning of desire or love. I feel blah. I ache and I am tired. I feel old.
I hope with the 3 day weekend and the coming of Pentecost soon and the end of the school year eventually and maybe the prospect of a vacation I can stir up the Spirit within me and feel more alive and more hopeful and more filled with joy.
That about sums it up--I am not there where I want to be, but I have Hope.