When an interruption turns into a lesson on how the Spirit moves. A sacred conversation reminds me to always look for the Spirit’s gift.
Nancy and I took a few days to relax at Rehobeth beach. The weather was terrific, and we enjoyed walking the boardwalk and finding new places to eat.
Wednesday afternoon, I stole a few hours to do some writing while Nancy wandered the beach.
I searched the hotel for a quiet spot where I could grab a cup of coffee. Finally, I ended up in the pub. It was perfect. Hardly a person in sight, and they gave me a pot of coffee.
Fifteen minutes later, in walks this hippie-looking guy carrying a guitar. He sets his guitar in the corner and leaves. Then, a few minutes later, he is back with more equipment and a mic stand.
So much for my quiet space.
I struggle to find words while watching him set up. My mind is all over the place. Distracted, I am about to give up and find Nancy when he starts playing.
A Gift amidst the Sound
He is pretty good. His sweet spot is 70’s rock classics that take me back to my childhood. Slowly the words started to come. The longer he plays, the faster the words flow. This musician who has “invaded” my quiet space has broken my writer’s block. [Read more…]