A place to spill all the wandering thoughts that clog up my brain.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Perhaps I should have put a disclaimer on my last post. Here goes.
Disclaimer: The following post is not about me per se. Perhaps it is partially about me. Perhaps it is partially about all women.
get these glimpses. It's rather odd. It is a pop of words, a glimpse of
a story. It takes over my brain for a mere instant or two and I feel
compelled to write it down but there is never any follow-up. The blip
comes, calls to be perfected and leaves just as fast. It is never a full
story, nor does it cry to be. It is just a glimpse of a story hidden
somewhere, wanting to be seen yet to remain safely tucked away.
Yesterday as I was waiting in the van to pick up my daughter, one of
these glimpses struck me. I wrote it down. This morning I nurtured it
into being as full a glimpse as it wishes to be.
Does anyone understand this? Does this happen to anyone else?