Writing the first words, after being gone is a little terrifying. I am
out of sync. And that’s the greatest crime, the cardinal rule. Bloggers write. Regularly, with precision and passion
But I took time off.
I had to do it and I know that I was doing the right thing.
I did it in order to learn, to read (I read half the Bible), spend time with my kids, and figure out why it is so hard for me to just be.
For it is more important who I am than what I think.
It is more important how I treat people than how I lay down words on a page.
It is most important that I am being the person. than that I am writing about her.
Now I feel creaky, rusty even to even put these few words here. To begin the offering of myself again to others.
Oh don’t get me wrong, I’ve had thousands of words come. Most still a jumble
in my head. And heart, as I ran more than 180 miles this summer the words came.
My head and heart and soul are full.
And I’m hopeful, for I am a gentler, (hopefully) wiser, more circumspect and certainly more confident person
after taking a break.
I look forward to joining up with you again soon
with chapters of the book, more poetry and ongoing spiritual musings. And some of the hundreds of photographs that I enjoyed taking.