Sunday morning. The house is cold. On my second cup of coffee. Everything is quiet except for the dryer. Pick up a book to fill my time. My wife left for work. My daughter sleeps. My thoughts leave the page. Need to write something in my journal.
Confronting the dull ache of being bored. Artist seeking a sense of awe. I wonder what it would be like to... That is the starting point for creating something new. New, my favorite of all the creations.
Been thinking about this story that was told to me last week. The story of the restoration of a single life. Imagine what if your life was at the end then suddenly it wasn't. The mystical bugger of grace stepped into your life, yet you would never really know for sure. Why? Drugs. Drugs that were flowing through your veins. Not the drugs of a junkie the drugs of a slow drip from a clear bag on a stainless steel stand to the left of your hospitable bed.
Obedience, messenger and promise are the only words you can use to describe this sense of wonder.
I wonder what it would be like to... I was told that is the most powerful sentence one can say to themselves. It's a sentence in which all you have to do is allow yourself to have a sense of awe.
I got an idea. What if the future is yours? Now you have to do something about it.
My daughter awakes. I can hear her footsteps as she comes down the stairs to me.
I wonder what I will make her for breakfast?