I’m not saying Michael Jordan is a great philosopher. Or a wise sage. Or an inspirational guru. But I will say this: that quote I found that’s attributed to him speaks to me right now.
You see, I’ve hit a wall. I’ve been away from blogging for about a month. I haven’t written a darn thing in that entire time. Oh, I was busy. I spent the better part of a month at my daughter’s home helping with my adorable and precious new grand-baby, cleaning, laundering, cooking, etc. Frankly, I didn’t have time to write.
But I’m home now, back in the empty nest and even though there’s plenty to do, my camera is laden with photos galore, and my computer sits idle, I can’t think of a thing to say. I’m not sure if it’s that I’m exhausted in many ways, or that my emotions have been on high alert, or that I just am speechless right now, but I’ve hit the wall hard.
It’s not a brick wall because if it were, I’m fairly certain I have the willpower to knock it down – yeah, I’m strong-willed like that. No, this wall is different. It’s fluid. It swallows me up. It causes me to drift away. It ebbs and flows. It sucks me into its whirlpool effect. And it’s drowning my words.
The photo above seems to be a perfect representation for how I’m feeling and for this past week’s photo challenge theme: Wall.
I took the photo during the long wait outside the labor and delivery department in the hospital while my grand-daughter was making her entry into this world.
It was around two in the morning and a running water sculpture encased in glass kept grabbing my attention while we waited…and waited…and waited. It just kept running and bubbling along ticking off the hours as we patiently anticipated our first grandchild’s birth.
I snapped the photo because I needed something to occupy my time and I thought the water ‘wall’ would make an interesting photo.
I never thought it would describe exactly how I’m feeling right now nor did I imagine it would personify a photo challenge.
But I do know one thing. Eventually, I’ll push my way through the wall, even if I have to do the backstroke. My words will come back. I’ll rise to the surface and be able to express all the joy and love that is captive in my heart. And I’ll be writing again.
“A boundary is not that at which something stops, but that from which something begins.” ~ Martin Heidegger