ever have days -- months even -- when no words really capture where you are, how you feel? where the alphabet doesn't offer letters within your language?
i'm living here. breathing here.
half-written postings sit in my blog drafts folder, unedited or ignored. mind you, i really do wish to write. but the art of stringing thoughts -- even half-baked ones --together has proven tedious and difficult recently.
no worries, friends and strangers. despair it is not...but rather the simple complexity of weariness.
pure rest is my prayer...my intention.
words can wait.
2 days ago
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