I don’t feel inspired to write.
I don’t feel inspired, period.
I wish I could say otherwise as Christmas is soon upon us.
Perhaps I am feeling gray as many are with the sun hidden on most days.
Perhaps I have my days too full of non-inspiring activities.
Perhaps I am allowing the events of our troubled world to occupy to much of my mind.
Perhaps we should have put up a tree even if noone will come to see it.
Here is what really bothers me:
As I go about my days, encountering folks face-to-face,
by phone or via one of those other connects of our day,
I wonder about the spirit I bring into my moments.
When I pray in the morning,
I have a mantra of sorts and the last phrase is this:
“Inside me, O Lord”,
and as say those words,
I try to picture myself going into my day
and hope that what I carry with me is the Love of God.
Well, I am not sure that is what I bring these days.