Saturday, September 17th, 2016
Smeared Ink Clouds
It’s been a while since I sat at my desk to write. In fact, apart from my private journaling or composing email messages, I’ve not strung coherent thoughts together in writing since my father passed earlier this year. Each time I’ve entertained the idea of writing again, an impasse has loomed before me like a smeared ink cloud that hides my words. Even now, I find it difficult to put sentences together.
Yet here I sit. And here I type. And here I press on to part the clouds and embrace life once more. And that is the simple message of this post. No eloquence to woo the heart. No deep revelation to stir the soul. Just simple keystrokes in motion, evidence of life in motion once again.
To loving life,