Scenes From The Weekend

My best and truest writing happens in my head and often in the shower when there is no paper or pen to capture it. I freeze mid-shampoo--hands paused in a tangle of hair--mentally willing myself to retain that sole perfect sentence or idea for just a fraction of a second longer.

Usually, I lose it.

I felt that familiar urgency when I sat down to write this post. My heart and my brain were bursting with inspiration and fullness after a weekend spent with two beloved friends; women I've known now for ten years; women whose friendship affects me on a deeply spiritual level.

I thought about pushing through; forcing myself to find and deliver words satisfactory enough to provide  a peek into the emotions and conversations experienced this weekend.

I thought about it, and decided to let it rest. Sometimes, we need to let the best and most sacred things just be.