the next step

For some reason or another I can't get into a good writing rhythm and mood. I want to dance but I can't find my shoes, I want to sing but I can't keep a note, and I want to practice but I don't know what instrument I want to play.

I've written many blogs that I simply don't want to publish quite yet because I feel the themes I am touching upon are, at the moment, just beyond my own comprehension. Being here in the Middle East, where cultures are clashing daily, the experience of this new geo-political landscape is incredible and quite profound; I'm not not too sure of what to do with it. I am trying to keep a sensibleness to the story, and for that I cannot risk posting an item that doesn’t give it's topic due justice. You don't want to short change the story or it's subjects; they are worth too much for that kind of carelessness.

I hope that I can bring and convey due justice with due course. And due course will only come with due diligence; ie. I keep trying. And I am.

Taking it all in is the easy and fun part, but to regurgitate it all back out into words on paper in such a way that pleases both myself and the delicateness of the subject is a difficult task indeed. Maybe the words will flow out easier when I come back home, or when I’m am up in the mountains of Colombia, or when I'm sitting in the back corner of a Coffee Shop in Amsterdam. Creativity is all around me, I am just looking for a very fine and specific strain. But I am looking.

When I find it you'll be the first to know.