Some weeks my thoughts and words just flow. Other weeks they stop. Completely. Last week was a week where they came to a screeching halt. I had no desire to write. I had no inclination to sit at my computer. My mind and my heart were in other places, and when that happens my words are hard to find. My thoughts were and continue to be consumed with other people and their hurt, their loss, their worries. It seems that as we get older we should be better equipped to deal with things. We should be able to make sense of things and understand them. Unfortunately, that is not the case with me. The older I get, the more things don't make sense. The harder it is to understand and accept the things I can't wrap my brain around.
Fortunately, I have this little wonder in my life. She does make sad days happier. Darker days brighter. And she does give me so many reasons to write.