Monday, September 12, 2011

Too Soon




 You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late. 
Ralph Waldo Emerson
My stomach hurts.  Right now.  I over think everything.  Do you know how many times I've written (and re-written) what you're reading right now?  If I haven't erased it all to begin again - twelve.

Last week, I spent an hour explaining why I think I talk too much yet I refuse to write in my blog because I'm afraid my words will offend someone.  Last year I told all of you, "Prayers are not recipes or formulas; they are love poems.  They need not be factual, but they must be true."  I like to think of each day as a love poem.  This year I've spent a lot of time reflecting, a lot of time crying... a lot of time wondering if I'm the only one writing love poems.

Where
has
everyone
else
gone?










2 comments:

Lindsey said...

I'm here :) xoxo

Big Mama Cass said...

Oh honey :(

I will listen to anything you say. And you are amazing! Say it all! Please!