Lately, I am finding it difficult to write. I feel like the cat has stollen my tongue, proverbially speaking, of course. It's not really writer's block because I've kept a list of ideas, some of which I've intentionally held off writing about until the expanded character limits arrived. So now that I have them, I am finding it hard to put the words down on paper. I don't know if it's because some of the topics are kind of heavy and I'm all about avoiding the heavies in life. Or, because there has been so much heaviness around J-land the past week or so, that I feel compelled to be of good cheer and lighten the mood. But yet cheery-ho words fail me too.
I decided to turn to The Book and ask it where my voice has gone. Its answer:
When you seek to know it, you cannot see it. When you are silent, it speaks.
The Book has spoken. As such, I'll shut-up now and catch y'all on the flip side.