There are so many words to write.
Sometimes I write with urgency. Sometimes I write without much intention.
And sometimes, I just can’t manage to write at all.
It is not for lack of ideas.
The ideas are brewing.
They are moving through my mind, weaving in and out of experience.
They are finding a place they fit.
Larger themes emerge:
Interdependence. Intimacy. Self-Love.
Letting go. Simplicity. Trusting the Universe.
These are huge, HUGE, themes.
They fit everywhere!
They are not contained.
Not in sentence form, or even syllables.
Not in letters, or even paragraph.
The provoke story.
They call for metaphor.
They push me to write, perhaps in a way I haven’t before.
And in time, they become part of me.