
I start typing but the words get thick on my tongue. I read what I've typed and delete it.
Again and again.
And I have so much to say. About Jen's beautiful posts. About being back at work and the challenges that go with it. About my dogs playing in the bath we keep our cob mixing water in.

About the silence before a highveld thunderstorm.
My heart knows the words I want to say but my head swirls mist around them. By the time they fall onto the page all their colours are washed away

I realize that to be truly lighthearted I must sometimes allow the mist in my head to obscure the clarity. The heart senses that clarity can be like a noonday sun which hurts the eyes. It then longs for the reflected light of a full twilight moon.

2 comments:
Self-editing...a true perfectionistic tendency?! *wink* Just write....I'm listening and enjoying glimpses of you regardless sister!
Lil
i read them all, sister.
and thank you.
and these pics...yum.
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