I can't tell you how many times I have sat down and opened this page.
I've clicked to write a new post.
The blank page pops up waiting for me to type, and nothing comes.
In my head I have plenty to say.
When I sit down, the words all seem to disappear and flit away.
I could tell you about my lymphedema flare-up.
I could tell you about my new (to me) vehicle.
I could tell you how my new (to me vehicle) is broken and the dealer we bought it from won't fix it.
I could tell you I've been getting ocular migraines again.
I could tell you about what I've knit recently.
I could tell you about the new project I'm working on with my daughter.
I could tell you we've had a few warm(er) days and it's been nice.
I could tell you about basketball seasons.
I could tell you about volleyball.
I could tell you about my son's piano recital.
I could tell you about all the things I'm baking.
I could tell you about pain.
I could tell you about anxiety.
I could tell you about gratitude.
I could tell you about fear.
I could tell you about happiness.
And yet, when I sit to tell you any of this, all of this, none of this.
It's all gone.
Honestly, I sometimes wonder if I've used up all the words I had for blogging.
Other times I wonder if I should maybe stop blogging.
How can I blog without words?
How can I find words when the world feels so much bigger than me and my words and my thoughts and my problems and my joys feel so small?
And today I read devastating news from a friend. Her precious daughter passed away. And I sit here heartbroken.
Words just aren't enough.
They just aren't.
Words have the ability to be quite powerful, to be a force to be reckoned with.
But right now, words fail me. They don't say enough for what I want to say.
So I sit silently. In tears. In prayers. Sending love. Sending so much love into this broken world full or heart ache and pain and unfairness.
And I hold on to the good things, the uplifting things, the powerful things.
Because this is life. This is my life.
And all I can do is what I can do.
What I can do changes every day.
So when words aren't enough, I dive into doing.
Doing what I can.
So I'm here. I'm doing. I'm thinking. And I'm trying to find my words.
Hi Brandie,
ReplyDeleteI am very sorry about your friend's daughter. How terribly sad. As for words, well... sometimes they are not nearly enough. At all. And sometimes they are everything. And btw, I really hope you keep blogging! Your words are always worth reading. xx
Hi Brandie,
ReplyDeleteI think this is the first time I have ever commented. I just wanted you to know that I am a reader of your blog and I enjoy it very much.