This silence may last for a while, and there may be larger gaps between dates on the blog.
Or maybe I'll write a big post tomorrow. I don't know. I can't say what's going to happen tomorrow, or even five minutes from now.
So much of what goes through the mind is not worthy of attention. It generates too many foolish words, too much wasted energy.
The work of words: it is surely all straw, though I have no vision to compare it to, which means that I still need it. I don't think the time of the Great Silence has come for me yet. There are still many things to say. I just don't have words for them right now.
But there are tulips and dandelions everywhere, and all the wildflowers of the fields of Spring, briefly arrayed in their inimitable splendor.
I watch them, and try to learn from them.
