Worlds of Words

"I laughed, Piebald, because you were wondering, as I was, about this law which Maleldil has made for one world and not for another. And you had nothing to say about it and yet made the nothing up into words."
~The Green Lady, Perelandra, C.S. Lewis


I've been reading, of late, a blog by a woman who really knows how to write. *

How to distill worlds of thought into a few kernels, blowing away the chaff, crossing the boundary where word becomes food.

And it occurred to me that I use many words to say a great deal of nothing.

Twitter-like bullet points detailing the surface of my life, flippancy masquerading as wit, words that often aspire neither to literary greatness nor depth of thought.

It's possible that I am capable of neither to any great extent.

But the me I am on this blog is not who I wanted to be when I began it, and I am stirred to seek challenge. Not to mimic what inspires me in the work of others (thought that is my tendency, one I have had to swat down several times even in this short entry), but to let that inspiration dig deep and unearth something truly mine. A voice unique, weaving words that become more than the sum of their parts. That really mean something.

Fear not, family. There will be still be updates on the children, and plenty of pictures, ones I hope will tell their thousand-word stories while I maintain silence. This is still my place to vent, to boast, to share the small things.

It's just...my life often feels like a neverending game of connect-the-dots, and too often this journal becomes a screenshot of the numbers and scrawls.

When what I want it to be is a search for the final portrait.

This is the first stroke.



*Yes, Louise, I found her via your bloglist, or rather, my husband did. Thank you.