I think one reason that I don't feel the need to write more is that my life is calm. The storms that raged in my inner landscape have abated and there is calm there. So the tendency is to think that nothing is happening and it seems there is nothing to say. There are no emotional upheavals forcing words out the way lava is forced out of a volcano. (that's a very good analogy)
Maybe that's true. Why talk when there is nothing to say.
It's bothered me a little because it seems as if my passion for God left with the problems. Not true. Actually much of what seemed to be passion for God was, I think, that pursuit of the wholeness I feel now.
I finally got it and now I have to learn to be it and allow that new expression of my love for God find its way out.
What a problem to have.
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