Click on Add Content.
Then click on Blog Entry.
Then sit and think.
Write about what though?
Write about today?
Write about the Amber Gris ring on your finger?
About the clad ceiling over head?
Write about the snow falling this morning as if someone held a giant sieve over the house?
Write about the trip to the store and the walk down the flourescent aisles and the way you find your eyelids grow heavy, your senses grow dull, from the lack of air and the musak that swims through the endless grey corridors?
I know, I will write about the sky in the evening, the definition of light and dark, the violet sky contrasting againt the frosted cake of a Burren.
I will write about the bend of the daffodils in the garden, weighed down with frozen rain.
I will write about the vision of my son walking out from school, how all of a sudden he looks so grown up , confidently walking along with a pal and you watching him in the rearview and wishing he wouldn't grow so fast.
I will not write about the rude person I met at the store, the way he pushed his cart before me.
I will not write about the angry, hardened faces I encounter on the way, on the road, passing me by, blowing their horns.
I will not write about injustice.
But do, do write about the silent, still dreams we all hold within us, the quiet dreams we keep to ourselves. When I look at my family gathered at the table I think we are all so alone, all of us, all of us, going our own separate ways, underneath the 'this is wonderful mom'' statements, are we not all alone in the end, all just trying to make a go of it, all just fumbling our way through a world that never ceases to challenge. When we turn our heads to the pillow at night, we are alone. We are ultimately solitary creatures no matter how many people hold our hand. We are lonely souls travelling the long twisted road.