Our hearts are restless until they rest in you.

I've been cleaning and sorting and organizing like a crazy person trying to clear my writing area and make room for inspiration, but every time I sit down to write, it's just a white blank page.

I hate the term "writer's block," so we'll call it a hiatus.

From Heather King's Shirt of Flame (which I highly recommend):

Lord, help me to lie fallow every so often and reassess what or whom I'm working for. 

Help me to enjoy the quiet morning and the still-point of evening; the light of the moon and the incessant, slow but steady movement of the universe that fills me with love. 

Help me to accept myself the way I am, not giving up the idea of healing and growth, but giving up the idea that I am ever going to reach some future point where I can rest.  I can rest here.