And two of two.

Yikes. The week is nearly over and I haven't blogged once. I have even sat down to do it, but it seemed like so much work to ramble on and on in stream of consiousness hoping that something worth reading would tumble out.



Well okay, I have something I could write about.



Have you ever woken up with a song in your head and you can't figure out where or when you heard it last, even though it's obvious you have heard it alot because you know the tune and lyrics well enough to have it lodged in your brain the moment you regain conciousness?



Me, too.



A few days ago it was Hymn 143:

"Let the Holy Spirit guide;

Let him teach us what is true.

He will testify of Christ,

Light our minds with heaven's view.

Let the Holy Spirit guard;

Let his whisper govern choice.

He will lead us safely home

If we listen to his voice.

Let the Spirit heal our hearts

Thru his quiet gentle pow'r.

May we purify our lives

To receive him hour by hour."

Then this morning it was "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfeild:

"Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window,

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find . . .

Reaching for something in the distance,

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhabitions:

Feel the rain on your skin.

No one else can feel it for you:

Only you can let it in.

No one else can speak the words on your lips

Today is where you book begins:

The rest is still unwritten."

Now back when I was younger and more idealistic - romantic one might say - I used to think that when I woke up with a very random song in my head that it was akin to Heavenly Father using words I already knew to bring home a particular message.

These two songs, if searched on Google or Bing would likely not come up together under any circumstances. But they turned up in my head this week speaking of a common goal. It is a desire my devoted readers are familiar with. In fact, I could probably do a "fill in the blank" and every single one of you would get it right. Let's play with that.

A common theme/goal I keep rehashing while not actually doing any real definite work to move the cause forward is:

A. Learning the famous poem "The Jabberwocky" by heart,

B. Peeling a potato in one long strip like Meg Ryan peels the apple in Sleepless in Seatle,

C. Cohearantly writing down at least ONE of my stories from beginning to end in an attempt not only to have it told, but also eventually get it published to wide acclaim, or

D. Make a new renewable energy source out of onions and wax.

So let's say, just for the sake of argument, that my romantic side is right and in fact I am being given gentle, musical nudges toward C. What would that mean exactly? It would mean that Sunday School teachers are right and we all recieve answers to prayer differently. It would also mean that HF is totally aware of me, no matter how far off a particular mark I seem to be focusing. It might even mean that in my brain is a capacity for writing a particular something. I just realized that perhaps I've been thinking about this all wrong (though, really, when haven't I).

Yikes . . . off the top of my head I can think of three other posts I've written just like this one! It reminds me of the people in Church who ask why we are taught the same lessons over and over again. Why are we always encouraged to read the Book of Mormon or attend a Gospel Doctrine Class teaching about the Fall of Adam again? It's because we're not learning the first or second or third or twentieth time!!!

So . . . this must be the Spirit trying to beat me over the head. It's sure a nice way to beat me over the head. Certainly there are worse ways . . .

And while thinking this over I have decided it's a good time to abandon this particular blog (the basic refrain that it is) and spend some time opening myself up to who ever or WHAT ever is knocking at my proverbial door.