Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Time Out

 I need a time out. I’ve gone days without reading or writing a single line. Might not seem like a “thing” to you, but if you know me, that might be cause for investigation. So investigate, I did.

Some soul-searching revealed a few factors. Most notably, I’ve experienced a significant job change and not only that, a significant schedule change. I no longer work a standard workday. I am now in a management position at a local hotel, and hotels never close. So in a matter of speaking, I have been working around the clock and that kind of schedule is not typical to me, so I’m learning. And I’m tired.


Another aspect is really twofold. First, I have “super sized” my way through my reading regimen. By this I mean to reference Morgan Spurlocks experimental documentary where he ate nothing but McDonald’s food for a month and how sick he got from eating a limited menu. In a manner of speaking I’ve been doing the same thing by reading bite-sized morsels from a small selection of writers. Second, when I reached five days of non-writing, I knew I was dry. I do not discount exhaustion from my schedule, but what happens if one does not eat? One grows weak. So I assess I am simply out of ammo. 


While I do not believe in writer’s block (as this post implies—one can write anything, anytime), but I do believe the mind needs be fed as the stomach. The spirit, too (my former employer was not kind to the soul and I need some recovery). I will say one tool is helpful and that is talk-to-text, which helps speed composition along. 


Two additional events occurred that also underscore my decision. First, a family checked into the hotel recently and there on top of their luggage was a small stack of books. I applauded the children for reading actual books! The second was interacting with our grandson: I’d rather him see me reading actual books (he loves to join me at my desk when I write) than on my phone or Kindle. Just so you know, we do read at bedtime. His first book was a childhood favorite called “Scuppers The Sailor Dog.” He has his own copy, of course. 


So I just need a little break to rest, rejuvenate, reload. See you soon!

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