I need to write something today just to make this date on my blog. I thought awhile ,what could I pen?No rambunctious thoughts , no witty sermons , no whiny cliches are resident anymore. Soul is troubled and far away. Muse alive ,urging me to complete my book and participate in my first writing competition.
I am content yet not happy. Missing pieces distort the mosaic of my existence and make it banal.
The 4 year old tells me her stories. The 10 month old guffaws. It's a wonderful life , I think . Let banality and sorrow rest for just another day. For today is just perfect.
