The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

I make motions to type, but can’t get myself going. I should have things to say, reflections to make. Right? I have come full circle. Things have taken place. I was gone and now I’m back. Once we were two. Now we’re three. That’s fodder for hundred years. But I feel stuck and uninspired. And that’s bad ’cause 2009 will not wait. I need to get unstuck before she makes her move; she will be ushered in no matter where my feet are planted.

I call this state a post-Christmas muddle. And it will not be remedied by Toblerone chunks or white wine, no matter how hard I try. Help me, Baby Jesus get unstuck. Time is tight, but I communicate my plea with faith. I want to spring into 2009 with valor, mettle, spunk in my step. I want to shed the burdensome murky layers of thought. Am I being too oblique? What I’m really looking for is peace. The kind that passes all understanding. Got any? The Girl is looking.