In its own time

My thots are wildly scattered today. 

I suppose that is okay once in a while.  I just don't feel grounded,  so I suppose this is nature's way of saying it is not time for me to put anything down in words.

The words need time to find their place and settle in, then perhaps they will grow into something bigger and better.

At the very least I am honoring the attempt, or many attempts since early this morning, to write a thot.