I go in such spells. I will write and write for days, and then not for years. and then the urgency compels me once again ... always the same topics. Time, life, my children. Always trying to squeeze out a little more from each moment. Now i think about family dynamics. How beautiful they are. The emotions they draw. I wonder at the stress they can create. The undertow and rip tides are deadly. I imagine to Christ's days here and his dynamics. Not so easy for him either. One brother at least openly said he didnt believe him. talk about stress!