Nothing to Say

What do you say when you have nothing to say? I knew this day would come, the day when I have nothing to say. Nothing much going on in my life. No significant events to write about. Just nothingness. My heart is silent today.

But perhaps that’s a good place to be, a place where silence reigns inside me. It’s a good time for free-wheeling contemplation, introspection without any current agenda. Perhaps it gives God a blank slate on which to write divine words on my spirit. Perhaps it is my time to simply listen to the rhythms of God, to the beating of my heart, to the song in my soul.

Henry Miller wrote these words in his book, Tropic of Cancer:

I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

So today I come face to face with myself, with nothing to say.