And now…it’s time for this one to take another blogging break.
Yes, you knew this would happen, didn’t you?
You recognize the pattern, don’t you, even though I’ve tried to deny it?
Some of us create, create, create, create…and then our fields must lie fallow as we renew, as we build up the soil of our creativity.
As the chill of November deepens, as the winds whip to a frenzy on Lake Superior, as the snowflakes scurry and spin…some of us heed the call to turn inward, to dream, to listen to the deepest inner voice whispering between pine needles, between scurrying autumn leaves scuttling on the frozen earth.
Last time I took one of these regular breaks a couple of you expressed concern, worry. No, my friends! Never worry about me while on retreat. I am happy, somehow, at these times. When the computer mostly turns off, when the emphasis turns inward, something in my soul sings like a cheerful chickadee.
(It sings in outward creativity and sharing, too, but it’s a different kind of song.)
As we turn toward the Thanksgiving holidays, I give thanks for all of you.
For your steadfast presence in my life.
For all the gifts you share with others.
For the gift of sharing your precious self, your unique thoughts, your individual gumption, your brightness, your magnificent beauty. Your gorgeousness…
In my absence, please feel free to peruse my New and Revised blog roll. Finally, after months and months, I’ve added new names & faces for you to enjoy. I’ve deleted those who’ve passed by the wayside or remained silent so long that they’re composting into new friends.
Evergreen blessings! May our hearts open further in gratitude in this upcoming season…
P.S. The comments are turned off, dear readers, because we’re not saying goodbye, are we? We’re saying fare thee well, ye fallow field, ye. We’re shouting *over the river and through the woods* “Until we meet again! Fare thee well! Fare thee well!”