It's been awhile.... again.
Just when I think this writing/posting will become a regular thing.... LIFE!
The flow of life has been hard these past few years, and it serves as a great reminder of why the name of this blog includes the word "interrupted." So. Many. Daily.
Also, the world has just rather sucked, hasn't it? And I have always promised myself to be the Light & Love in the midst of any darkness; even though I rather understand the darkness best. After all these years online, I often still find myself asking why does it matter if I my writing is online, if it already exists in journals? Connection? I love that... but again, Time. Who has it?
The thing is, I do always Write. I just don't always Post. Perhaps due to the fact that much of what I write comes from a place of trauma. I am a Survivor who doesn't speak much to that past - and you might be surprised when most of my photos are of my frolics into Nature. Kayaking into golden pink sunsets. My poppies bursting in my garden. All that doesn't mean the darkness of the past is gone... it just means: I Don't Live There Anymore.
But you can find it the words I pull up from the deep.
It may seem that I am not ok.... and that would be, OK.
Sometimes I just need to go quiet and sit with it all. It's just an interruption; not a full stop. It is necessary to pause every now and then.
The pull to share, connect, and find my place among the many who reach out through the keyboard is always going to be present and strong. So is the reminder that all things will come forth in their own time.
And today, I just happen to have both will and time. A writing miracle!
All this rain
and sadness
that never seems to dry
grief bound under grief
dried scarlet and rust
trodden beneath these boots
a bright crimson slash
against the browning decay
purchased because the looked
so daring among the basic black
of Walmart's daily special
they pinched my big toe
but made me wince smile
and now I walk with halting steps
just to clear my head
in this crisp Autumn air
with an ache in my heart,
a limping gait
and listening to the trees
telling stories of letting go
and living tall and still
beneath these solemn
fragments of rain
that remind me how to feel
I've also recently joined Substack, so this blog may host more creative writing and poetry, you can find other life updates and notes there.