I’ve grossly neglected my blog for over two weeks now.  A writer’s block.  I’d say more of a life block, really.  As I stepped outside this evening to take the trash to the lamp post for pick up in the morning, my eyes immediately were drawn to the brightest star in the sky.  I see two more.  The light pollution of my pseudo-suburbia-city life makes me long for wide open spaces…or perhaps the glimmer of a city so big that I feel as small as I do when I am looking at endless starlight in the country.  Especially on evenings like tonight.  It isn’t cool.  It isn’t hot or even warm.  It is perfect.  It’s that space in-between kind of night where you just wish you had someone to sit with in silence on the front porch…the rooftop garden in the city; holding hands–relishing the moment of beautiful safety between two lovers’ souls & the infinite creator of it all.

Yeah.  I think I know when this passion for writing seems to stir inside of me most.  It’s when I allow myself to admit vulnerability…to dream…to believe in possibilities…to hope…to consider love…

…even for just a whisper of time.

And when my words and thoughts go dormant for days…I now know where they’ve gone.  I don’t want to push those thoughts away.  I am capable of a love greater than what I deserve.  I have a supernatural Spirit that allows a heart to grow back bigger no matter what I face.  Fear will not keep me quiet.  I trust in what has already overcome this world.  We are made to love and be loved in the purest definition of the word.  So, I will risk, because I trust in something greater than myself.  I will risk embarrassment; I will risk laughter and tears.  I will risk.  I will risk, and I will write.