I’m having some trouble, blog-wise, this week. On several occasions I sat down to write my weekly post, only to have the proverbial blank screen look back at me… waiting for me to say something useful. On one or two occasions, I made a hopeful start. The first effort resulted in some ethereal rambling that I suspect would prove useful to no one in particular. The second was, well, just silly. So here I am again. My blank wall and me.
It reminds me of Shirley Valentine. Remember her? She was the English housewife who had only the wall to talk to. As I recall, her conversations with the wall were quite revealing.
Shirley talked while the wall listened. And then she experienced a breakthrough, a personal realization that change was required and she was just the person to make it.
So, I’m thinking that blank walls can be useful things really. They can be clean slates waiting for us to stop struggling, to re-invent something or create something new and to get the juices flowing again.
I think that for this week anyway, I’m going to noodle around with that one and be okay with a post that may not inspire or inform but with a bit of luck may give cause for reflection, both yours and mine.
I think too, that this post would be enriched by your comments on times when you too, may have faced the blank wall. What was it like for you? What did you do? How did it turn out? How do you think blank walls can serve us? I’d like to know. Really.