I'm not particularly clear about anything these days. Well, that's not entirely true. There are some things that pop into view with perfect clarity.
See what I mean?
I'm even confused about whether or not I'm confused.
HENRY: Nothing wrong with a permanently furrowed brow.
(Actually, yes-- there is. Not all of us can look quite as adorable as you, Saint Henry of the Perpetually Perplexed). But it's not even so much the outside appearance as it is the disconnect between my inner world and the physical reality around me.
Last week, as I traveled through the blogsphere-- much like some of you wander your city streets, glancing in shop windows and stopping in a cafe for coffee with steamed milk-- I came across two different blog posts that spoke directly to me in a way that felt they were addressing the very same thing I have been grappling with lately.
(I write 'grappling with lately' when inside my head screams-- HELLO, you have been wrestling with this sticky taffy pull of an angel since the beginning of freaking time, it feels like-- ahem).
One post was from Zan and it sent a electric jolt to my spirit in the best way-- it woke me up, it spoke my truth, it made me feel less alone. (Below is only a tiny excerpt-- you need to read the whole post to see what I mean).
Earlier, I had read Susannah's post which connected deeply to that raw, stripped place we can all get to when our creative longings are dashed onto the frozen field of our daily life where things feel hard, barren and meaningless. (I'm not saying that's what Susannah wrote, but that's what it evoked in me-- again, in the best way-- in a way that helped lessen my sense of isolation and discouragement).
There are two stories I am working on right now-- or, I should say, am wanting to work on. Every time I circle in, I veer away with the endless caw of "why bother, why bother."
But here's the thing-- because I just want to write them.
I just want to write them, reason enough, no?
In happier, less angsty, news-- I seem to be revelling in the solstice season. Although I don't have any kind of history with holiday decorating or making merry at this time of the year-- December 2010 has popped open with all manner of creative mojo.
Cookie baking, blue lights twinkling, party-going, and even some birch bark messaging.
See what I mean? Just a big spiralling mess of a day, of a week, of a month-- I should just give over to it and stop trying to shape a damn snowball out of it, already, right? But wait, am I the only one who would like some clear tracks to stretch out ahead of them?
Or, are you all the kind who prefer to wander through the tall grass?