My Writing Has Got Up and Went

I love writing. Or used to love it.

I haven't felt much like composing poetry. Or writing in my journal(s). Or blogging. My sincerest apologies to my dear friends who follow along here. But I just haven't been in the mood.

But it's more than just not being in the mood.

Part of my writing blues is a result of the e-mails and forum posts I've dealt with about being a "contemplative Christian." I don't deal well with confrontation; I just want everyone to get along, especially other Christians. But to have my friends' faith in Christ and mine to be questioned because of being "contemplative" deeply disturbs me. Rocks me to my core, in fact.

Especially when the soul of my contemplative journey consists of God's Word.

So I've been reluctant to put myself back out here, in both verse and in prose. I know that nothing could really happen by my posting here, but I suppose that I am a bit gun-shy, for lack of a better word. I am working on...praying to...regain my enjoyment of writing--the sheer joy of playing with words and phrases. I miss the adventure, the way minutes and perhaps hours escape as I draw words from my depths and splay them across the page, seeking the expression of Truth.

I miss it. A lot.

So I hope to be "back"--fully back--very soon. Whole-heartedly back.

Very soon.

Pen in hand, and perhaps even keyboard ready, prepared to share from my heart and soul again.

I'll keep posting...but what I truly need is the JOY. And the absence of fear.


From my depths,