I spend my days talking, and my evenings reading and writing, but I've been feeling struck mute lately. It's not that I feel that no one is listening, and it's not that I feel frustrated that I can't write about what's really important. The feeling is that I shouldn't write about this yet even though the desire is there. I can't even quite define what is so important. It's still nebulous, but with a certainty beyond words, I know that something significant is happening. The sense of being right at a doorway is stronger than ever, and the feeling is potent.
My desire is to rush this and start acting on what I feel is coming, but underneath that is a sense that the time to do that will let itself be known. This is exciting, a bit unsettling, and I can hardly wait to see what happens next.
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Me Too!
Relax, it`ll come!
V
How exciting for you Cynthia! And how deserving you are because of all the introspection and quiet contemplation you've been employing recently.
Hmmmm...sounds intriguing. I'll be watching.
Hey....not nice holding back. LOL! TJ
I've noticed the same kind of "itch" too... Strange lol
~Lily
I am indeed watching this space, Cynthia. How exciting for you!
Everything is exactly as it should be, and you are doing exactly as you should.
Ooh, I can't wait to see what happens - enjoy the ride, my dear!
What a wonderful feeling to sense you are on the verge of something. Hang on...it will come when the time is right.
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