183,000 Stages of Grief - Besieged

Greetings Dear Reader,

Some days this blank page is a monster that taunts me.  That is the case today.  I do not wish to deal with the honest raw emotions that are clamoring for attention.  I would rather delve into some creative writing or other distraction.  I have, however, made a commitment.

When my heart besieges me in this way writing is very difficult.  It is also difficult to be honest about the ways in which grief besieges me.  It shuts down all my motivation.  It turns my movements into leaden weights.  It turns air into molasses.  I still must move.  I still live and be and accomplish.

I will follow in faith but today I would rather be carried.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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