Day 111, November 13, 2016 @5:09 pm

Words come easy.  Words come hard.  They come different on different days, caught up in the nuance of where I’ve been.  I have been lost in thoughts and not in real time today.  The words are tumbling in my mind/head like clothes in the dryer barrel.  Now sorting and excavating them is challenging.  But I’ve always loved challenges.

NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month of writing a novel of 50,000 words is too much for me though.  That is why I’m here pecking out my few words daily.  I have no fairy tales to tell. This is an exercise in purging what is not true or desirable.  It’s difficult and painful though it may not be visible to the reader.  I struggle coming to the keyboard every day.

Some days I don’t make it.  That’s how it is.  That’s how we are.  I’m learning and understanding about our human nature.  I don’t feel as guilty for my short comings.  I don’t punish myself as much.  I try again and again to come back to what is true.  Our stories, our struggles are important to tell.  They are gifts to be shared.  We see that we are all the same.  We all struggle.  We all suffer.  We all have ‘the soft animal of your body’ in Mary Oliver ‘s poem, Wild Geese.  We can connect in our vulnerability.