Once and Again

I have found blogging difficult. Truth be told, I have found writing difficult. Writing of any kind. But this too, writing, working through my thoughts on paper (or computer), seeing, listening, sensing out loud… this too is part of the work to which I have been called. So, silencing the internal critic, the twisted perfectionist whose incessant protest drowns out the part of me that is clear and confident… the critic who would stop me from writing anything for fear of flaw or lack of relevance, and encouraging the weary one who simply wants, maybe even needs some things to just be  easy I write these words. Once and again, I take up this pen. Once and again, I turn my heart to this part of the call. Once and again I begin again.