Sometimes…
Sometimes I stare at the blank page…
Sometimes there’s nothing to say…
Sometimes I’m not in the mood…
Sometimes words stumble through my mind, unwilling to translate through my fingers…
And…Sometimes…words flow easily…
Sometimes those words make me cry…
Sometimes they encourage me…
Sometimes I need to write more than someone needs to read…
This time is different…
The blank page isn’t large enough to hold the words in my mind…
The words I want to articulate are faster than my ability to type them…
On Tuesday of this week, I released my book into the world…
To say that the response was overwhelming would be an understatement…
The love, support, encouragement, the kind words, gratitude, reassurance…
All too much for me to do justice in trying to formulate an essay that would encapsulate all I’d want to say in response…
But, if given a chance, I’d want to say such things as…
Thank you.
That’s very kind of you.
Please share it with a friend.
Yes, our family is doing ok.
Yes, the scholarship fund is growing.
But…
Sometimes…
Words escape me…
The lump in my throat revealing the immense gratitude I feel, prevents me from writing too much…
Sometimes words flow…
Sometimes it’s best to say nothing at all…
Sometimes it’s best to keep it short…
Sometimes, saying Thank You is all that’s needed…
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Sometimes, I write these essays from the office…
Sometimes I write them from home…
Today, I’m writing from home. It’s quiet. The kids are elsewhere. I’m alone with my thoughts. I glance out the window. The sun is shining. A new day has dawned. Birds are chirping. It’s a still day. In my purview, a butterfly flits around to and fro.
…Mom, I know you’re watching.
…I know your proud.
…This was all for you.
The monarch swoops up and to the right out of my view.
…I feel peace.
…I feel joy.
…I feel purpose.
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Sometimes, I stare at a blank page…
Sometimes, I have nothing to say…
Sometimes, the page isn’t large enough…
Sometimes…
