Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
The summer sizzle melted my mojo. Autumn left me feeling as colorless and crumpled as the dry, dead leaves crunching beneath my feet and as delicate and ready to disintegrate if stepped upon.
The new year has arrived but not in “full white cloaked charm”.
It was unseasonably warm in NJ until last week. The cold reminder of the first year anniversary of the last time I saw Joseph.
During my self-imposed exile, I did some blog hopping, Etsy and e-Bay shopping, sat like a bird without a tweet on Twitter
and oohed and ahhed at the colossal collection of creativity on Pinterest.
Each time logging on with hopes of being inspired and motivated. Each time logging off deflated; less myself, more somebody else — overwhelmed by what I saw and underwhelmed by what I am.
These venues give everyone a voice and it seems at times many are singing the same song in perfect harmony.
When you join in the chorus, you often can’t hear your own voice or worse, mistake it for another’s.
My senses were bombarded and I became numb to the over saturation of stimuli.
I want this, that and the other thing. I want it all. I don’t know what I want. I want nothing at all.
It was not until I closed my laptop and opened my door; logged off and stepped out; stopped looking all over the web and started searching my heart that I found what I longed for.
I sought THE Creator and was filled with true inspiration, gratitude, and love.