On the day I received my first composition book, I was thrilled. The pages were empty, the lines were straight and my pencil was sharp. What a beginning that was.
Every day when I open my page (on paper or on my computer screen) to write, I don't always feel excited. Sometimes my pencil is not very sharp and my mind wanders for a while to have something read-worthy to write. There are days that life gets away from me and the regular writing time has to be used in other endeavors, but when I loose writing time I miss it. Writing has a way of re-centering my heart and mind - and hopefully gives others a chance to catch their breath too.
Writing is a practice - I don't ever think it's perfect.
Writing is like life and the Benedictine prayer that I hold close to my heart -
Open the book and turn to an empty page.
It's time to write AND begin again.