unwritten

so I think it’s fair to say that I’ve written a blog every day for the past month.    everyday something has caught my attention.   contemplation never seems to be far away.   my eyes wide observing the world around me.  

clearly though none of them were translated outwardly through the tapping of my fingers onto the keyboard.    These days I’ve written more with a pen in my little book sitting on my chair in the morning.   

I hadn’t really thought about the direction of my prose  recently until this evening when I made myself click “new post.”    At some point in the last month or so, I’ve reoriented myself inwardly.    Observing more.   Thinking more.   Listening more.  Writing more – not as a way of outward expression and articulation but as an inward way of prayer and conversation with my Restorer.   

Interesting to me that Wednesday I move outward again – literally – as we begin the yearly pilgrimage through Great Britain.   But I guess that’s what is different about the way of a pilgrim — every step outward?  is really a step inward.  

s0 maybe this journey before me — maybe it will tie it all back together: the inward and the outward.     so maybe the best is still unwritten.