There are times when the words tumble from me like so much water over a cliff. Out they pour, backed by the need to get The Thought clear of my mind and to the screen, to freedom. This may be a blog post, a joke or even a scene from some imagined story. A short burst of clarity where all is as it should be and there is only the fast clack of keys, or the rushing patterns swiped around the smartphone’s screen.
On some days, when I crest the rise to bathe my thoughts in the giving waters, the land can be barren and dry. Littered with broken rocks of half formed thoughts, or the sticky mud of distraction. On those days, it is best, I find, to withdraw and wait. I feel I cannot bring the rain, only dance in it, when the heaven’s darken and break.