Let's face it, sometimes there just isn't something to say. You are bone dry and the 'writing muse' is simply not in the building or on the premises. From what I can tell about writers I have read about, this can be quite frustrating; especially when one makes their living from writing or they are dependent upon it for a sense of identity. Well, fortunately for me, a semi-average writer, this isn't bothering to much right now.
Ever since the atrocities in Newtown, I have not been the same. In fact, pretty much everything that comes to my mind, in regards to a topic, simply feels so trivial; maybe it is more appropriate to say 'boring' or 'meaningless.' In light of this heart breaking event and my family's struggles this past year with various illnesses, trying to write up something relevant or clever seems somewhat sacreligious or offensive. When I think of the bigger and more core issues of life, to be honest, I don't even want to hear or read what I have to say next to these heavier events. Perhaps it is a realization that nothing that I have inside me can fully explain or categorize the hideousness of life that we are forced to live with from time to time. The problem is that I have found, upon internal navel gazing, is that I don't seem to have much tolerance for the wordiness of others right now either; I think the experts call this having a 'jaded perspective.'
I am trying not to be to hard on myself because trauma, wherever it comes from or how it is experienced, moves the furniture around our spiritual or mental terrain. As such, as we try to make our way around the world, within ourselves, and amongst other people, it is not unusual to be disoriented. So in the meantime, I am waiting for the Lord of our souls to come into my psyche, via His Word, empowered by the Holy Spirit, and help me make sense of myself and my experience. But here is the real scarey part: What if the re-orientation is really a rearrangement? What if God is working a permanent change inside and through us? Might we all find ourselves unfamiliar with our internal and spiritual surroundings; having been moved to new spiritual terrain so that we might know the Lord in new and deeper ways? Wow, we really aren't all that different the Israelites journeying from Egypt to Canaan! Merry Christmas!!!
Ever since the atrocities in Newtown, I have not been the same. In fact, pretty much everything that comes to my mind, in regards to a topic, simply feels so trivial; maybe it is more appropriate to say 'boring' or 'meaningless.' In light of this heart breaking event and my family's struggles this past year with various illnesses, trying to write up something relevant or clever seems somewhat sacreligious or offensive. When I think of the bigger and more core issues of life, to be honest, I don't even want to hear or read what I have to say next to these heavier events. Perhaps it is a realization that nothing that I have inside me can fully explain or categorize the hideousness of life that we are forced to live with from time to time. The problem is that I have found, upon internal navel gazing, is that I don't seem to have much tolerance for the wordiness of others right now either; I think the experts call this having a 'jaded perspective.'
I am trying not to be to hard on myself because trauma, wherever it comes from or how it is experienced, moves the furniture around our spiritual or mental terrain. As such, as we try to make our way around the world, within ourselves, and amongst other people, it is not unusual to be disoriented. So in the meantime, I am waiting for the Lord of our souls to come into my psyche, via His Word, empowered by the Holy Spirit, and help me make sense of myself and my experience. But here is the real scarey part: What if the re-orientation is really a rearrangement? What if God is working a permanent change inside and through us? Might we all find ourselves unfamiliar with our internal and spiritual surroundings; having been moved to new spiritual terrain so that we might know the Lord in new and deeper ways? Wow, we really aren't all that different the Israelites journeying from Egypt to Canaan! Merry Christmas!!!