Today, as I considered blogging again, I received a message from my old friend Anne Mathewson, telling me she'd had cause to revisit an old post of mine. And so, I consider it more seriously. I have, of course, lost most readers, due to long, unplanned absences, as well as the pull of so much else to see and read.
Those who have followed at all will realize that much has changed in my life. It's not just blogging that I've abandoned, but largely writing as well, and no art journaling in over a year. A stranger might surmise that illness has taken me over, but that is not the case. The changes have been positive, if challenging. I have entered the frightening territory of coupledom. Serious, committed, in-love, coupledom. A country I thought never to inhabit.
But here I am. Residency established, I begin to explore this new life. What do I want to bring with me? What should I leave behind?
Some choices are not mine. Some losses are not chosen, and cannot be recovered. My dear friend Abigail died at Solstice.
But others remain, and move closer. My life has become full. Nonetheless, I look back and decide to fill it up more. I am writing again. I plan to blog again, and dip into art journaling again, though perhaps less compulsively. So this is step one. Step one of reconnecting to this part of me, and to those I've missed since leaving this behind.
I think I might have new things to say, discoveries to share, and – soon – new poems.
I hope you'll come back.
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Return? Always.
A quote I read this morning reminded me of your old post, of you. Perhaps if I share it, you'll understand the connection I made that prompted me to reach out.
"In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be." Ben Jonson (1572–1637)
Posted by: Anne | 28 February 2019 at 02:17 PM