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.