I've looked at this blank screen for days now, wanting to find something to write. Nothing comes. I read and hope something will spark my imagination. I look at art, other blogs, and read more news articles and books. So much is happening around me. From the violence in Gaza to a family vacation, it's not as if the world is sitting still. There's so much to talk about. But I can't find the words. I sit here frozen. Searching for something interesting to say. Frozen. My thoughts will not thaw enough to form a coherent sentence, let alone a paragraph. I want to write something profound. Something funny. Something maybe just a little interesting or thought provoking. Anything.
So I do this. I write about anything. I even write about feeling frozen, hoping the discipline to put my frustration into words will somehow free me to write again.
If I were to write, here are some subjects I would love to tackle:
Kathleen Norris' book on Acedia (I think that's the term)
Gaza and my confusion over what to make of it
Skiing with my boys and not with my husband b/c of his MS - both the joy of seeing the boys ski and the grief that happens every time I click my boots into my skis and say "I'll see you later " to my husband.
The lonliness i've felt the last couple of days ironically after I have just had great familiy and friend time
Feeling like a loser for letting friends down
Routine and how it bores me silly
The joy of the Lord and what that means
So there are a few things I may write about... or I may not. All I know is that I'm hoping the deep freeze won't last long. I can't move under all these layers I have put on as a result of the chill.