A Week Without Words

It feels as if it has been an eternity since my fingers touched these keys.  Nothing of any substance has entered my brain that I can even stretch into a sentence worth sharing.

I have some free time right now and I thought I would do what everyone who writes is encouraged to do – JUST WRITE.

The last three weeks have felt like months.  How could so many things have happened in such a short time?  I’ve been elated, left powerless, and at times been driven.  Although that “driven” refers to the 18 hours of time spent on interstates and doesn’t accomplish much other than getting from one location to another. 

It has all left me a little weary, uninspired, and without words.

At first there was a spark that seemed poised to become a roaring fire that could be tended to and sustained.  Then life happened and even the embers hidden under the ashes grew cold.  At that point, all that can be done is to take out the old ashes, find dry kindling, a match and start over.  The thing is, you have to know when to start the fire.  You can’t start it and walk away again expecting it to just grow.

So here I am with my bucket and shovel trying not to make a mess of it all.  I’ll sweep up, check my schedule and see if it’s a good time to reignite.  There’s nothing better than a good, strong crackling fire.

There’s not much worse than trying to start a fire too quickly and having your house fill up with smoke setting off every alarm.  Who wants to have to open every window and door in the cold just to clear the air?

So I’m going to let the dust settle and take a little trip out to the woodshed.  I’m going to be collecting my thoughts and all of the information I have that I want to share.  There’s lots of really good stuff you need to know about.  I want to do it justice.  The organizations, programs, and people involved deserve the best I have to offer. 

Until then, start rounding up your marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers to enjoy all the goodness out there.  You’re gonna want to be ready.