pensamiento impertinente

i'd wanted to string an delightful assortment of words together to describe the current state of affairs i find myself in. but i seem to be out of thread and the words are all strewn across my floor in an indecipherable mess. if i could though, i'd say something about how lovely it is to have time to breathe, time to be still, time to be inspired and create. and though that last bit may be true i cannot seem to find inspiration or maybe i'm missing the thing that fits snugly betwixt inspiration and creation. skill? material? desire? something other? whatever it is i haven't got it and it makes me a bit crazy that life is slow enough i've taken note of this lack. still, life, my friends, is exceedingly and abundantly good.