Thursday, January 21, 2010

Bird by bird.

"Writing can be a pretty desperate endeavor, because it is about some of our deepest needs: our need to be visible, to be heard, our need to make sense of our lives, to wake up and grow and belong." - Anne Lamott

And this is why, more than 2 months after my last entry, I am dusting off this space in an attempt to inhabit it once again.

I made one New Years Resolution this year. And it was to write something, anything, every single day of the year.

I made it to January 3rd.

But now I am being terribly inspired as I read through Anne Lamott's "Bird by Bird" where she will slowly reveal to me every single thing I ever needed to know about writing (I have lofty demands..) and a tad bit uninspired as I spend forty hours a week refilling vacant copier paper trays, sweeping away the unsightly remains of mangled staples, visiting the exotic land of "bulk mail," and entering numbers into a computer that each reveal the generous donations of people giving back to their own community.

And it's that last bit of work that I attempt to hang onto as I wander through the rest of it, over-thinking, under-praying, and always just a little bit uncertain of where I fall in the grand scheme of things.

Sometimes I suppose the Lord allows us a discomfort if it means He can better move and shape us.

Fair enough.