BLURG!

I can’t thank Susan Hills enough for coining this wonderful interjection. I’m not sure I can explain it eloquently. In fact, I can’t claim that I even understand it exactly, since I’m not the one who made it up. But for me, it is the perfect expression of emotional indecision.

Imagine, if you will, a saucepan over low heat. Toss in a little bit of confusion and frustration followed by both an urge to do something and a complete inability to figure out what, exactly, to do. Add a drop of some strong emotion (to taste, of course) be it joy, fear, incredulity, anger or hope. Slowly increase the heat, agitating that urge to do something, but then add a good shake or two of inaction. When it boils: BLURG!

“Actually, it’s quite good on toast.” --Shrek

I want to write a good blog entry. I want to be witty and inspired. I want to share some of the interesting mental/emotional/spiritual workings of my present Lenten journey. Actually, what I most want to do is either sleep or cry and I can’t even choose between those options. And never mind, really, because the kids get home from school in 20 minutes.

I attempted another cop-out. I know in one of my journals I wrote a serviceable piece on why I consider myself a creature of the forests and lakes rather than the open prairies. Forest imagery seems to be plentiful in my head of late and I can point to lots of times in my history when this theme has cropped up as a conscious or unconscious metaphor for peace, safety and God’s presence. But I spent an hour combing through old journals only to find that I really am quite crazy, that my life journey has been wildly erratic, and that my memory sucks.

So you, dear friends, family and whatever paltry sum of readers bother to stop by this spot, get treated to a focusless rant about absolutely nothing.

BLURG!

I love you, Sue ☺