Though I have been absent from this little bit of cyberspace for a couple weeks it has all been good. Winter is unofficially here, it’s bitter cold outside, holiday stuff is everywhere, and sometimes I’d like to just hibernate.
My focus in November was all about writing for National Novel Writing Month. I was compelled to write about
how my prayers have changed over my life time. You’ll just have to
trust me when I say that this topic chose me. Little did I know what a powerful experience it would be, how the words would flow and the stories come to the surface for me to examine.
In the first week or so of writing, as I look back now over my rough draft, I was trying way too hard to put down words that only my ego wanted to say. Words that would please others, that sounded nice and …. really sounded like crap. Then on the ninth day, don’t ask me why, but there was a shift. If you were to read just the first nine days of my rough draft, you’d see it, too. On that day I began to write from somewhere deep within me.
I will share some excerpts from my exploration of faith and prayer over the coming weeks. starting today with a selection from that ninth day.
the sun rises,
still in the silence