Saturday, February 14, 2009


I see on the horizon a large winged creature. It's every move creates a stir, a wind. Soon it will descend upon me from its perch, talons extended for the strike. Grasping me in its clutches, I am pulled into a whirlwind of "thoughts turned action turned busyness turned stress turned resist -resist-resist."


Yup. Back at it today. We'll soon discover what I've learned. I'm not feeling so very insightful at the moment. Just a bit hesitant. I've kind of enjoyed the silence in measure.

One thing: days ago I besought my husband to plan for an immediate few days away upon resuming routine discourse. Who would think that one would need a get away to begin a "return"? It's just that it's been so long since we've had spontaneous communication, and plummeting the depths of any given topic via written word presents challenges which I've not thoroughly mastered. Consequently I feel a bit bottled up.

So, I have my list and notebook, and he has his ear tuned. Sunday through Wednesday, off we go! When you think of it, please pray -- for him.


Blogger sam said...

I have often thought that if I would have gone through six weeks of silence I would feel exactly that way, bottled up. I envision a torrent of words when the day finally came I could talk. I think time away is a great idea. Have a wonderful time!

6:49 AM  
Blogger thisrequiresthought said...

while the worries and stresses of the world "swoop", you will continue to "sweep". Sweep away all that busy-ness etc with a fresh broom, trimmed and ready for service!

So glad you two are getting away. Come back to us perfectly refreshed and un-bottled up! : )

8:19 AM  

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