While lying awake in the middle of the night I wrote a great blog post in my mind. The idea came as I was waking at 4:15 am. I thought it through line by line. I knew I had it locked in my head so no need to rise and write it down.
This topic was important to me. I felt the heart of the piece beating as I thought it through. I was proud of my thinking and the building skills of being a writer. Yes, after all these years the words are flowing and growing. I can do this!
With that thought in my head I drifted off into the peaceful sleep of the early morning hours. It was the deep still sleep that brings rest and healing.
Now mid morning I sit down at my deck. The sun is shining, my computer ready to write and it is gone! I have no idea what that glorious blog post was about. No topic, words, phrases are there for me to share with you today. I am the writer with a blank page before me.
Yes, I have a notebook and pen by the bedside. My I-pad is there as well, with many ways to capture ideas but I was arrogant in those dark hours. I was cocky and so sure I knew what I was to write this morning.
I am humbled once again – words are elusive, and ideas are slippery. I will return to my notebook and pen as a holder of thoughts. I will remember that the words of the early morning are like the fall leaves blowing on a tree limb. They look so secure one moment then the wind grabs them and they are gone.