Sitting on the couch staring at a blank template makes my heart beat a little faster. Premeditated words aren’t on the tips of my fingers or in the shadow of my heart. I think and think and think about what exactly I need to share. Which words will be the ones that perfectly collide into a glorious explosion of grace and freedom and honesty and vulnerability?
And I sit. And I stare at that blank screen. And I feel inadequate to express the magnitude of life-learned lessons.
Maybe this is where honesty escapes. On the pages of a blank screen with no editorial calendar and no pressure. With bare feet tucked criss-cross-applesauce underneath my lap board on my big brown behemoth of a couch. Maybe grace and freedom and honesty and vulnerability mean that there is no agenda today. No pressure to form the perfect sentence– just beauty in being.
Jack Frost tiptoed through the town last night. Pulling back the covers was almost painful for everyone in our little cottage when we begrudging awoke. Rude Monday welcome at first thought. But sunshine stole frost’s sting.
Sunshine always makes it all ok.