35mm delta 3200 scan
While editing my steaming pile of NaNoWriMo the other night, I came across this sentence: “I hovered in the silent tension between my prayer and the hope for an answer.”
I applauded myself for one good sentence (thank heavens) in a sea of trash. Then I read something a friend had written, a similar sentiment of waiting and of prayer.
It is an interesting place to be suspended. And it is not actually comfortable. It is the place between winter and spring. March 3rd. It is the place before abadoning hope, the place before you realize what you’ve known all along, the place before the un-answer. And I’m not entirely sure what to do here.
So I’m just waiting, hands crossed in my lap, feet swinging. And I don’t even know for what.
it’s good to wait. even when it sucks. i’m not so good at it myself. but i find as i wait, the appreciation of what’s to come is so much better than i imagined..love the photo.
It’s awkward at best, being in that ‘limbo,’ flittering back and forth between rising hope and crushing ‘blah’s'…
(ps – incredible photo…)
Will you please write my next novel for me? xo
drumming fingers . . .
Hilltop Laundromat. Spent many hours there…waiting. Haven’t been there in years, but I can smell it now. Sniiiiff!
Wow, that’s really beautiful
Both sentence & photo. I’m really glad that you were able to celebrate your “genius.” Spelled it right this time 
I immediately knew where this was taken. Local-yocal. “The un-answer.” I could hand those out like candy. Perfect!
That sentence is awesome.
And whatever it is you aren’t waiting for… it will come to you.
waiting for godot…
sigh.
I have said ..”your sentance”
you nailed it.
i’m right there with you… in “that” space.
Your raw truth breathes into me. thank you