In carefree enthusiasm I launched myself into this new experience of blogging. Not knowing where it would lead. Could I deliver a blog a day?
'Of course!' cried the giant.
Hubris I sow, humility I reap.
So here I am now: on my soapbox in my agora. My small audience listening dutifully. Expectantly. Waiting for the silence to break.
And I am tongue-tied. Paralyzed.
If I don’t speak they will turn away. They will not listen anymore. I cannot be speechless, but yet I am struggling for the words to come.
I am not searching for just utterance. It’s words that tell a story that I need. When will they come back? Tomorrow? The day after?
Trust me! Soon there will be narrative again!