It seems the only posts I’ve been able to hammer out these last few weeks are Weekly Inspiration and Weekend Wishes, but I’ve got ELEVEN drafts waiting to be finished and blogged. I just can’t find the right words to communicate what I’m trying to say. So…I hope everyone has a lovely weekend. I’ll be savoring the last bit of summer at the lake and trying to find the words to say what I mean.
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear. – Stephen King, Different Seasons