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Not much writing happened here this week. Not there wasn’t stuff to write about. It’s just that my brain got so crowded it was like a traffic jam in there. The way out was through the mess and the mess wasn’t clearing very quickly.
Because sometimes your life just fills you all the way up and there is room to wiggle out words for pleasure or processing or preaching or whatever other reason you loose the fingers and type the words.
There is a lot said about the importance of being disciplined if you want to be a writer. Sit down. Fill up the page. Just get the words flowing. Daily. Make writing a ritual.
But you know what? There is a lot to be said for the discipline of living too. Dig in. Let your people and your work and your life fill up all the space in you. Give away all you’ve got and get so cluttered up in the tangled discipline of love you’re stuck in the moment of life for a spell with nothing to do but live it.
That’s good stuff too.
Some days we fill pages and some days we fill mouths. Some days there is time to do both and some days there is not.
Some days life fills us all up and wipes us all out and all we have is a coffee cup and doing what comes next. And some days it spills over and there is space to encourage and influence a wider net.
Some days we fill others and some days we let others fill us.
Time to be too full to move and time for the fullness to spill over.
So, fill the paper or the screen or the plate or the baby bottle. Fill the needy at the other side of the world or fill the ones at your table. Fill a friend or fill yourself.
Like the waxing and waning of the moon, life flows equally in the filling up times and the already full times and waning away times and the empty stillness.
Embracing the cycle, we learn to reflect the true Light that fills us.