Strangely Enough

I have lots of thoughts, and lots of things I ought to write down. But I don't do that. Last week I was away from home and away from the Internet, and I thought I'd write. I didn't. I read books. I stripped old wallpaper from old plaster. I talked. I drank local beer. But I didn't write.

And right now, I'm thinking about Dr. George Tiller and what his death represents. I'm thinking about the plane that fell out of the sky. I'm thinking about how politics divides people. I'm thinking about my own impatience with people and things.

I'm thinking a lot. I just can't seem to think here.

Comments

[beanie]

I completely understand what you mean. TONS of stuff in my head. None of it coming out through my fingers.

[The CEO]

I'd like to hear more on how politics divides. We have had families go to war against each other (from the Revolutionary War through the Civil War) over politics, yet after it was over, they remained families. I see massive apathy and little communication. Why do we see things so differently?

[bhd]

Right now I'm needing a secretary for my brain. I'm hoping it's jet lag and not something more nefarious.

[cassie-b]

Sometimes this happens. Hang in there!

[Susan]

And that's okay.

[Ms. George]

Reading some books, drinking some local beer, talking and working with your hands sounds great from here! Take care of yourself...

[Margaret]

What's going on in this country(and in my personal world) has my mind in a jumble as well.

[Denise]

I have found myself thinking about Dr. Tiller all week, and wanting to know more about this brave man. And wishing peace and comfort for his family.

[poppy fields]

What are your summer plans?

[Aly]

Just as long as you're thinkin'. That's what I say.

[Betty C.]

I've been attracted to writing on paper lately. The screen is starting to wear me down.Yet I don't want to let go of my screen contacts...