Monday, July 2, 2012


Initially, I sat down to tell you the most simplistic thing, but what I found is this basic thing has unexpectedly taken me backtracking into the very backwoods forest of my mind.

Sometimes, as I'm running through the woods, it's a fun, reflective adventure. The path is smooth, and I can run straight through ~ the words flow like nothing. But sometimes, the trees are downed, the brush is overwhelmingly thick and the branches are scattered about. What I have found is - they created an obstacle course too great for me to overcome. 

Each time I've sat down to write since that smoother terrain, I tend to follow the very same course. I begin to think, to type, and then smack I hit a rock and tumble head over heels. 
As I stand back up, dust myself off, and keep going - I begin to feel as though my head's between two giant boulders. With each new paragraph, I can no longer deny the pain; there are definitely some wild animals, pushing against in opposition, with all their might. As the tears flow down my face, and the headache stretches across my forehead, it becomes all too much to bear, and I am forced to stop. 

I happen to be one of these all too persistent people though, so I pace my way across the ground floor and try again. With my head throbbing, I look around and try to find my way once more. I am clearly lost though. By now it's dark, and I have no idea where I am. I haven't a clue, but I can smell blood, so I know bad things have happened here. I find myself searching through, trying to find some sort of semblance, rifling through the debris, but it's useless, futile. I can't make any sense of it. I then grow too tired; tired of battling the brush, so I stop. 

I will be back, I return everyday. I know I will get there. I'm not sure how many trips it will take, or pieces I will pull, or how much will be left, but I'll get there. For now, I know I must leave. 

I then step outside of myself and laugh. All I wanted to tell was some simple, realization I had. A good, overall appreciative realization. One that hit me up side the head like a ton of bricks, but yet it suddenly, and quite seemingly out of the blue required all this very strange?

I didn't realize I had to dig through the depths of the forest to talk about it. I suppose I didn't, but I guess in thinking about it, I realized I wouldn't be explaining in its entirety.

So instead, I posted pie pictures, puppy pics, and Aviana, everyone wants to see Aviana, right? 

There you have it, the life of a looney tune : )


  1. I was just telling Jim yesterday that I feel like I'm in a maze and I can't get out. I don't have any answers, but knowing we are not alone helps somehow.

    A fellow looney tune,