I Must
& then, there are times in this 9 year trek called blog, where I sit in the quietness of the a.m. and ponder the what ifs of placing a proper THE END to this L O N G line of words
& not in a grumpy !!! I QUIT !!! huffy, puffy humph (although I’ve experienced a few of those days too). No, this tips more to the side of hmmm. Just hmmm. I stare out my window. I reread paragraphs and poems. I walk down memory lane with sincerity right by my side.
What. If.
The world would go on, for sure. I’d be missed for a few by those who visit daily, but after a while, even they would move along. There are thousands upon thousands of writers and ways to replace their attention and why wouldn’t they ?? I’ve exited, I’m gone …
& here, my thoughts and I would continue, alone in the stillness.
ahhhhh.
The STILLNESS.
Yep. Right THERE sits one of my favorite inspirations from my forever obsession, Rainer Maria Rilke …
This above all – ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? …
and I realize, once again, I can’t stop, I won’t stop, because it is within this perfect silence where I find ME.
And yes, Rainer Maria Rilke.
♥ I must ♥
