HI!!
Not that the world has waited with baited breath or anything, but I am back to blogging thoughts. I would love to say I have been so involved with terrifically important things that I just haven’t had the time, but other than winning 138 consecutive Spider Solitaire games – not so much.
I haven’t been sitting around fiddling, though I have done a lot of strumming. Summer creates it’s own rhythm and by the time the day was done, I was done. Fall was nearly as Garden busy as the Spring and then Christmas was on us. The need for volunteer help seemed greater this year than any year I remember.
I have been doing an inordinate amount of reading, even for me. Part of that has been the book club at church, part of it Franciscan study, a lot of it mindless escape.
A fun part has been rebuilding our hall way and building a few furniture pieces. General play filled many hours. That’s all good. So has the time spent reconnecting or continue connecting with people, something I often neglected in my previous life.
Father Richard Rohr speaks about spending the first part of our lives building the container, the rest finding the contents. ( I am definitely into my content period.) I have spent a lot of time thinking about how this, much of what Sister Bridget teaches and the Gospels, especially Mathew, all fit together. Our superintendent often talked about the nature of knowledge passing through three phases. At first, on the superficial level, a subject seems easy, then, upon deeper exploration the complexities revel themselves and finally, when mastery is near, it once again seems simple. Right now I am deep into how complex and interwoven all this is. Someday I may be able to coherently explain some of it.
Probably the real reason I have been “gone” for so long is old fashioned writer’s block. For no reason that I understand I would sit in front of blank paper and, remarkably, after several hours it would still be blank. Good thing I am not trying to make a living at this! Even the letters I write to my grandchildren for their journals have been challenging and I suspect the part they will skip over. When I read the writing I have done it is pedestrian and honestly, the creative switch never gets switched. Perhaps it is like faith, brief spurts, long dark dry spells. Or maybe I really cannot write. Oh Well! Stay tuned.