I’ve been waiting for the words to flow out of me, for them to arise from the space that was created in my life. It hasn’t happened yet.
A fleeting idea passes through my mind; an emotion fills my soul…the words do not yet form. I put fingers to keyboard, testing the current paradigm and hoping for a breakthrough. Only silence fills the space between me and the computer. My hands lie dormant.
Perhaps silence is — in and of itself — something to communicate. In a brain normally cluttered by facts and tasks and commitments, the lack of clutter makes me anxious. I am not used to this space, this silence. I distrust it, and I worry about when the flow of my words will return.
For now, there’s merely the flow of silence embracing me. I’ll try to wait patiently.