Nothingness

I have started writing several times the last few days but close up without saving because I am at a loss of what to write.  I feel like my brain has run out of ideas.  Nothing has really changed except I have gained a few more pounds.   I have nothing interesting to offer and I am not sure what else to write.  A daily journal only helps if there are things to say and a blog is only interesting with a theme.  I have nothing right now.  It does not even feel all that bad, just feels empty.  I am all tapped out these last few days and so rather than ramble and try to fill the blank whiteness, I will just close down this session with a few words from someone else.

Hope and fear come from feeling that we lack something; they come from a sense of poverty. We can’t simply relax with ourselves. We hold on to hope, and hope robs us of the present moment. We feel that someone else knows what is going on, but that there is something missing in us, and therefore something is lacking in our world." — Pema Chödrön (When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times)


And one of my favorite poems, which I almost could not remember....