A friend of mine recently said that every good thing needs prayer. Sigh. I suppose this is true. Sometimes it is only by reaching the still-point at the center of one’s being that one finds the patience to do the thing required.
I lost my blog that I’d worked on for the past couple years. Wiped out. Erased. No back-up.
How many times must I start over? As many times as it takes until something sticks. Until something works so well that it takes a life of its own, a destiny of its own.
When the dross is finally burnt away I’ll be left with something precious and irrevocably mine.