How do I make myself write with more regularity?

I need fiber for my flow/a regular rhythm for my writing. I mean I write daily, but never in the places I deem important. I write entries in my checkbook when I've used my debit card, but they are hardly profound or life changing. I write journals in the morning, letting the mundane and an occasional dream live on paper so I can get on with my day. I write notes in class. Well, really, I type them. Who writes notes anymore? Whatever form they take, they seldom have instant impact. (Though I cannot deny their lasting influence.) I write poems in my head that refresh/revive/challenge me that never make it on to paper or word document. I write/preach sermons in my head, too, mostly before going to sleep or in the shower. Remembering head writing is not a strength of mine, so I have to be content with knowing that it was good word, even if I cannot prove it to others. 

I'm writing now. NOW. And sufficient for today are the writings of today, tomorrow will have writings of its own.

Supervised Ministry homework is much easier to stomach when sitting on a beach in the Dominican Republic. Too bad I cannot go there every week!

Is this thing on?

OK, so I haven't blogged in months. But I'm back. Testing. One. Two. Check. One. Two.

There is a hawk on the ground on campus. There is also not a squirrel in sight. Where do you go when that which seeks to devour you is present?

Today I revisited a journal from last year. Revisitng my words allows me to revisit myself. What a long way I've come. Bless the Lord!

That part of my post was originally sent from my mobile phone. Since then I've cooked dinner for friends, ran a few errands, shot the breeze with my roommate with Manny Rivera was at bat (whatever that means) and sat down to my computer to do homework (which is being put off for blogging).

Last week was reading week. I had high hopes of blogging. I did get some rest. I managed to get a fair amount of work done. I also had an opportunity to drive into Harlem and visit the Studio Museum with some of my girlfriends from school and my niece, K. Nichole. 

I took this picture this morning before heading to church this morning. Just in case some of you forgot what I look like,lol!

I am alive and well

and sleepy and praising God and full of good information and thinking about applying to a phd program and loving the church where i serve and understanding that i am right where i am supposed to be and that i must write where it is that i am and excited about my week off from classes and overwhelmed by the amount of work i have to do and afraid to go to the library because it is like a dungeon and glad that i went to the dungeon in my building to do my laundry today and about to go into my roommates room and sip tea and stare at the television until it is time to go to bed.

My life feels like a ride in an amusement park-it is making me nauseous, but it is also spinning so fast I can't get off.