An Epiphany

It came to me after weeks of not writing a single word. I was too tired for words. Too weary for feeling. I had nothing to say, nothing to write. This is what writer's call a "dry spell" I said to my "newly identified as a writer" self. I didn't pick up a pencil or go near the empty page of the computer. I was just plain empty of words to write about it. I was sure of it.

And there was no surprise really.
I had just had a total knee replacement. My eleven year grandson, Axel, had just moved in with me for his first year in middle school.
My church was, and is, struggling and I am considered by some to be a leader and by others to be a very large part of the problem.
My aunt has cancer.

I convinced myself that I was living the highs and lows of this ride satisfactorily and so I also convinced myself that I had no time to write, no energy to create sentences and really, that the joy and pain were enough. No words needed.
Sometimes living it is all you can do.

And then I had acupuncture. Simple acupuncture in an open setting. The gifted acupuncturist told me it was for general stress relief. In this inexpensive, clinic- like setting this session would not be aimed at my recovery. It would be just the garden variety, straightforward placement of little arrows of stainless steel in my empty of words, tired body. She told me they would not be aimed at my new knee. Just stress relief, from everyday stress.

I believed her. I climbed up on that table and closed my eyes and I had complete faith in the power of those little pinpricks to relieve my stress. I was totally unsuspecting.

And you know what those little stainless steel needles did to me? They opened up my tear ducts! Like rotor rooter open!! I walked out of that beautiful, quiet room where I had lay for a mere 30 minutes and I got in my car and much to my wonder I started to cry. For days the tears came to music and to the plight of my friends. I cried when I read a sappy story on Face Book and I cried when I read a prayer request from my struggling church. The tears came as my granddaughter opened birthday presents. And then, with the tears came something else. I had an epiphany.

I hadn't stopped writing because I have NOTHING to say. I had stopped writing because there are so many words waiting to get out of me that of I was afraid if I opened those floodgates I might just get swept away in the storm. But, guess what - it's too late. The archer hit her mark. So,

I have just had knee replacement surgery.
My grandson, my sweet sweet grandson, has just moved in with me.
My church is struggling.
My Aunt has cancer.
And I have been pierced with the needle of desire.....

A desire to write again,

Get ready. My tears are nearly all spilled, now, here come the words!!!!!!!!!!!.