Sometimes, if I pour my heart out in words, it takes me a bit to recover. I didn't realize that until recently. It's as if I need to get refilled in words, in THE Word, and in general, to be able to pour back in to an essay or post.
That's how I feel today.
I didn't know that it would be hard to write about "Mystery." My first thought was that I didn't like the genre of "mystery" in reading or movies. I don't like being startled, afraid, or surprised (even for good and pleasant things really). It's not a mystery. Many people aren't crazy about stuff like that.
Then I thought that the inability to write about "mystery" today, is, in and of itself, a mystery. Why is so difficult? It shouldn't be an issue at all, right?
But it is an issue, and today's post won't be long, or eloquent, or very deep spiritually, because I'm simply human, and can't come up with words. And that, my friends, is no mystery.
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