the words won't come

Lupine Meadow at Yosemite by Glacier Point. I sat here in utter silence. listening to the drone of the bees and the songs of the birds. 

Lupine Meadow at Yosemite by Glacier Point. I sat here in utter silence. listening to the drone of the bees and the songs of the birds. 

I am having a much harder time with writing this time around. The reason I didn’t keep up with the blog last time was because I was too consumed with the “doing” and didn’t have as much time as I needed for the "writing." This time it is different. I have more time, but I am stuck. I believe they call it “writer’s block,” jyes?

Already, I have spent tens of hours on the trail and usually that is when I am with my thoughts and things start coming together. But, I am still at a loss for what I want to say. Or I will have something that seems like a solid idea at the time, but four hours later, I will have fallen out of love with it. Or worse, totally forgotten what I was going to say.

I’m out of sorts. And I’m waiting for this rhythm to kick in again. For the thoughts to start flowing, the observations to start coalescing. Perhaps this is a watched pot never boils situation.

I know there is so much inside of me that’s been waiting to pour out for some time now, but city life, or work life, or other life has offered distraction from forming those thoughts and stringing them together to make stories. To finally have the time to write and think and not have anything come from it is the first real frustration I’ve experienced on this trip. 

There is no gorgeous end to this entry. Just a hope that I'll be able to sit down at this laptop and have something come from it that I'm happy with.