Early in the year, with a blank slate of expansive possibility ahead of me, I declared that I would blog more frequently. I haven't.
I don't think that there is any particular reason for this, but two stand out as contenders. 1) I had fallen out of the habit. During an extended period of recovery from an assortment of difficult, awkward, and painful situations, what yearned for expression from my inner world wasn't really suitable for these pages. That isn't to say that I can't, don't, or won't do such sharing here, but the awkward part of it all just made revelations here unwise. 2) Too much of the rest of what was happening in my life might well have come across as whining. I wanted to spare those who took the time to come here and catch up any sort of litany of woes, no matter how significant. Shit happens, and it was happening at my place. 'Nuff said.
What has changed? Why return now in an effort to reconnect with that dormant writer who succumbed to the temptation to believe that she had nothing to say? Because it's time to reclaim that there is lots to say. It doesn't hurt that there is plenty of activity in my life right now that serves to turn over the earth of my being. You never know what will appear and catch the rays of life's light, causing one to pause and consider--or reconsider--a particular piece of who I am, or some signpost to where I might be headed. But even if my days were following a pattern of familiar comings and goings, the world is full of shenanigans and surprises that evoke all kinds of responses. That alone, makes being here regularly worth the effort of showing up.
So here's to showing up, and having something to say.