As a very late adopter of Google Reader (the one that lets you have your favorite blogs stream), I’m continually stunned into silence by the beauty of the things I read. As my list of must-reads grows each week, the problem is compounded now.
I become at these moments, a dedicated word worshipper but also oddly wordless… my fingers frozen over the keyboard pausing to absorb what I’ve read, stories I want to share…
About teaching children to fly
About longing to hear good news about raising kids
And I simply cannot write anything better. So I sit and read instead. And wait for my own words to come again…
I do find wonderful words written by another to be incredibly intimidating at times.
i find beautiful words AND the size of my google reader to both be equally intimidating at times.
Beautiful words are so inspiring to me. Then I get sad that I can’t seem to cnojure them as much as I would like.
Why wait for one’s own words to come again when one can reach down one’s own throat and yank phlegm. Or is that just Bossy’s method?