Sometimes there’s nothing to say…

I’m thinking stories are caught… Linda, a dear friend of mine who is now deceased, used to say when she was wanting to write poetry she’d raise her arm and poke a hole in the stream of consciousness above her and let it trickle down her arm and into her heart. Willie Nelson said he pulled his songs out of the air. Both ways sound so simple but I think it also takes a degree of patience, watchfulness and willingness to make those connections with stories, poems, songs waiting to emerge into this world. Good stories, really good stories come into the world at the right time, in the right place and through the right heart. Some take years to ripen and show their colors, smells and taste.

So sometimes there’s nothing to say and that’s all right. Amazing.