"Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think." --Robert Henri
Prayer #127: On Empty
I praise You, God, for an emptied mind.
The situation was dire before You intervened. Jotted notes bled into an undecipherable puddle of ink. Crumpled Post-Its clogged the pipes. Reminders, suggestions, options, edicts -- all jockeyed for position at my top of mind and threw elbows so pointy and sharp that I think I lost some gray matter in the melee.
But thanks to naps, tides, books, and other holy stillnesses, all those nagging, nattering nothings are back on their shelves, where they will pout and rattle their vials but dare not come closer.
Such is Your restoration of a beleaguered brain. I am a blackboard wiped clean, sponge marks still drying across it. Quick! Write what You want me to know, before my own words break free again.