I am stopping by to say hello to this blogging world: Hello, Hello!
I am sorry to have seemingly deserted this rich and beautiful place, but it seems like the Universe (whom I hold dear and absolute) has alternate plans lately.
I am sorry to have not faithfully read your blog. And yours. And yours. I do not want you to think I don’t like you. It’s just that the Universe beckons elsewhere and like a smitten lover–I follow when the Universe points another direction.
It’s just that words desert us sometimes. They scurry underground, or head toward another source. They veer toward another who wants to share.
Sometimes I feel like I shared myself empty in so many years of blogging. What possibly could be left to say? You talk and talk and talk and suddenly–what remains is a rich and vibrant and beautiful silence that can’t be adequately expressed.
Every time I try to express this amazing silence it feels half-true, half-alive. So I plant and harvest kale, tomatoes, broccoli, fiery jalapenos, and amazing rattlesnake beans that keep giving on and on and on.
We hired contractors to re-roof our house, to put in several new windows this autumn. We cut down trees because they’re too close to the shed. We readied our woodpile for the winter.
We linger on the deck during these warm November days grilling zucchini and pearly onions and fat pink shrimp. Sometimes we sip wine or beer or an icy margarita!
Life here is rich and full in our Little House in the Big Woods. Since we lost my dad last January I’ve been traveling south faithfully a lot lately to spend time with my mom. Will soon be joining her in Florida to celebrate her 84th birthday!
I wish you well. I wish words could describe this rich and poignant period in my life. I wish…so many things. But what is real is what appears and sometimes blogging appears…and sometimes it doesn’t.
Thank you for all that you are! I sip a cup of white peppermint tea and remember you. Keep writing and reading and being your unique beautiful selves as the season turn…