It's days like these I long for the solace of home row...to finish up the dishes, tuck the kids in bed, and finally...sit on the left side of my couch and just...
Type.
Send my random thoughts out into the void.
Fingertips...dancing carelessly across lettered buttons like rain on pavement.
Interrupted by nothing, except the steady beep of the microwave, signaling the awaiting comfort of my hot green tea.
That sweet metamorphosis as the clutter of my mind...unraveling with every letter, every word, until at last, becomes...
Clarity
A little silence is all I need...the knowledge that all are asleep and I am alone...with just my thoughts, the gentle whirring of the dishwasher, and the rhythmic pitter patter of my keyboard.
Clarity
It's nearer now...I can see it in the distance, yet still I reach. Search. Pause. Listen. Write.
Clarity
Yes, I can almost taste it upon my tongue, feel it in my soul. Just a few more words...a bit more listening.
"I love people. I love my family, my children...but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up." Pearl S. Buck
Sunday, November 25, 2007
clarity
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3 comments:
Clarity. Writing does that, eh? I completely agree.
ohhh, cjs, you are such a good writer.
what a dumb way to say that.
I'm dorkily intimidated by your words...but I want to say that I can tell they just fell from you this day - beautiful.
but your words inspire me...and the way in which you just seem to...get me.
and yes...it was just one of those days.
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