10/2/11
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I've found myself reading a lot more blogs recently. I have been picking up more books and casually skimming the pages. I've been reading every billboard, bumper sticker and road sign. I carefully listen to the radio and instead of talking around friends... I find myself just wanting to listen.
I am in a season of listening and reflecting. I always have something to say. I am highly opinionated about my passions and with every seething second I can pounce on someone, I do. It's just who I am.
Recently though, not so much.
My mouth stays shut and I find myself yearning for more information. More food for thought. More intrinsic details on everything. Listening, reflecting, hoping, expecting, desiring, waiting...
Waiting.
Yes.
Waiting.
So I suppose I haven't much to write about. I am doubtful of my own progress. Doubtful that I am making a difference in myself. Doubtful that I am confident enough to write a blog post about what I learned, who I am, what I value, what I discern....
I don't really know right now.
It's utterly raw. It's not a typical blog post. It doesn't start with a story, laugh it's way through some ironic discourse and end with a moral.
I'm kind of over that.
Aren't you?
I search for the rawness in life. The nitty gritty. The hopeless and the immoral. For some reason, those for real to me. Suburbia, smiling and a perfected schedule seem so.... lame? fake? unreal? cathartic?
Trying to find the word.
Not coming to me.
Instead, I will listen. And continue to listen. There is something inside of me, deep "soul like" substance that has taken ahold of who I am. It doesn't care for perfection, for laughter, for happiness, for sensitivity, for labels, for perfection, for cares, for perspective, for character...
Just rawness.
A seed that was planted long ago... probably when I was born... stunted by society, by expectation and by my own desire to be who I'm not.
So...
I wait.
I read and reflect. I rummage through my old thought patterns and embrace them. Apart from what I think I should feel or say.
So...
I wait.
I'm not done yet. I haven't even started.
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Oh Mac...you are such an amazing young woman. ya...ya ya ya...you are. simply.
ReplyDeleteHi, Mac! I know Tammy.. and now through your soulful, poetic words here, I'm knowing the deep places in you too. I'm soul-sister too, girlfriend. I'm doing 31 Days to Feed Your Soul. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Bonnie for reading... I always see it as a gift. :)
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