For the last several hours I’ve been futilely trying to write a blog post. I am so full of emotion and love and ideas I want to express, but I just keep sitting here staring at an empty page.
I was expressing this frustration to my dear friend and soul sister, Lina. “I want to create!” I declared. “Why can’t I write anything today?!”
“Let the feelings do what they want to do,” she said. “You always think you need to do. But sometimes you just need to be.”
I want to create something beautiful and new today, but I must admit that today is a day for input, not output. So instead of trying to write, I decided to sit on my patio and enjoy the gorgeous 75-degree Austin evening and read some Rumi, one of my favorite poets.
And, as fate would have it, I read a Rumi poem that I very much want to share with you. So instead of creating, today will be about sharing.
I Trust You
The soul is a newly skinned hide, bloody
and gross. Work on it with manual discipline,
and the bitter tanning acid of grief.
You’ll become lovely and very strong.
If you can’t do this work yourself, don’t worry.
You don’t have to make a decision, one way or another.