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| getting quiet 'come here to me' |
sigh....
oh how I want to be here!
Oh how I want to find my voice again!
Oh how I want to share and get my heart back on the page instead of crammed up inside of me, swelling more daily with the desire, but not the voice~
sigh....
Perhaps it's just as the world says; just do it!
Do I need to just put my nose to the grindstone and crank out some thought?!
No; when has that ever worked and not become a regret; an oops I wish I hadn't?!
Nope.
Holding my tongue; or fingertips as the case may be here.
I will talk again.
Pull out that crumpled voice from underneath the pink polka-dot jammies
or discover it returned to sender from the Oregon, or Michigan travels....
But not yet.
And that's okay.
God's working something in me. And God will work it out of me :)
in love. trish xxoo
all things in His time...
ReplyDeletepoetic without your voice as well
ReplyDeleteYou said exactly the words that are in my heart. It's nice to know I am not alone. thanks.
ReplyDeletesometimes the voice is in the art...
ReplyDeleteYou have spoken here loud and clear. Like a pot on simmer. Regrouping, or listening, or better yet "God's working". Until your voice returns...we will wait. Knowing all good comes to those who do.
ReplyDeleteMy first visit to your blog tonight and this is the first post I read. Earlier today I wrote about inspiration (or lack therof). I look forward to reading further when you write again.
ReplyDeletethanks kayoparty; and I see you keep bees <3 ;)
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