Drawing a Blank

Yesterday, in looking forward to this morning, I was excited about a couple of the ideas that I had to write about. But this morning, those ideas just weren't cutting it. When I'm writing, especially if it's my blog, which really doesn't put any beans on the table anyways, I want it to flow out, kinda like when you're singing in your truck with the radio blaring. Your focus isn't  much about how you sound as just enjoying the song and being in the moment.

Thinking a different atmosphere might help, I threw my little hunting chair into my truck and headed out here to the woods. The cool breeze and the sound of katydids last night and the thermometer that says fifty seven degrees this morning, tells me that my favorite time of year is here. Most of you think that to me that means bow season. And you're mostly right. Bow season is a big part of what makes this time of year special. Then again, maybe bow season is the vehicle that drives me to spend a lot of time outside during this time of year. I really do love being deep in the outdoors and it really brings me joy and inspires me to be who I think God wants me to be. And it could be that I'm sitting here in my chair pretending to write for the same reason. I know that these spots have the ability to pull my thoughts out of my heart and in some shape or fashion, into my pen.

But I haven't seen a deer in my hour of sitting here, and I still don't have a clue about what to write. I did hear a hen clucking several hundred yards away. I couldn't see her. I imagined she was clucking to her poults to keep them together. And I heard a cardinal and some chickadees and a woodpecker hammering away, and a lot of other birds that I couldn't identify. Maybe I could write something about how each of our little chirps and clucks contribute to making the world a better place, but I'm just not feeling it. But somehow I need to wrap this up as I've got work to do.

I spy movement and catch a glimpse of a deer moving down the hollow and right past a tree that I had picked out earlier this spring as a potential bow spot for this fall. And a little later two more. I thought that I caught a glimpse of an antler on one of them.

But I'm still drawing that blank about what to write. Hopefully my time out here is just a small part of a bigger story down the road. Whether it's a part of my story that I'll get to write later or a part of drawing you into living yours, is fine with me. All I can think to say is that if you're enjoying your time while reading my blogs or reading my blogs while enjoying your time, what matters to me is that they are a vehicle that in someway help you to be everything that you were intended to be in this world and to live your life to the fullest. 

After all, you were put here for a purpose. Sometimes we don't see the whole picture. And, well, I guess that's just ok too.