Unsettled

I was unsure what to title this blog. My wife suggested, "Choose a word that describes how you feel when you want to write." Immediately, a familiar feeling came over me: cold, grey, stark, barren, waiting. "A tundra," I replied.

I feel that way now. I am unsettled, anxious. My mind reaches down into my heart, into my gut, trying to draw up into itself the feeling so that it might put words to it. I ache with the effort.

It's just love taking on new forms again.