Not sure if anyone noticed.
I have been absent.
From this blog.
From my writing.
I am not sure where I have been.
Or where I am going.
I am not sure if my journey is creating me.
Or if I am creating a journey for myself.
I could list out all of the many things I have been doing instead of writing.
It wouldn’t change the fact that I haven’t been writing.
It’s not that I haven’t felt like writing.
It’s that I haven’t felt like writing.
I haven’t felt like I had anything comprehendible to write about.
“Too much information running through my brain
Too much information driving me insane
Too much information running through my brain
Too much information driving me insane”
I am brain-full.
In fact, it is in overload it is so full.
I am learning so very much.
About who I am.
What I like.
What I don’t like.
What I can do that I always thought I couldn’t.
What I don’t have to do that I always thought I should.
What I want to do and have been reluctant to believe I would.
What I don’t want to do and have been hard pressed to quit.
I’ve discovered musical artists new to me, muscles I didn’t believe I had, endorphins I wasn’t sure worked anymore, new friends, old friends and the wonder and assistance of pharmacology along with downsides I am not willing to accept.
I have also discovered that don’t have a clue how deep my lack of knowledge about myself goes.
Over my dead body
Over me, over you
Beauty inhales me, beauty escapes me. I live my moments in alternating abject confusion and comfortable understanding. My soul tugs at my body to keep moving in this direction and my body subtly tries to get me to turn back, go another way and lay down. I have a thirst for knowing, learning and being. My eyes well to the brim with baptismal tears more often out of youthful joy yet spill over in aged sorrow.
Love surrounds me, enfolds me and holds my hands securely until the blood flow shuts down to my extremities. There is so much, so varied, so important and none of it mine. Love belongs to the universe and I try with every breath to let it flow through me – I want to experience it, I want to share it, I want to love it.
Some breaths succeed.
Some breaths fail.
And I go missing…
One thought on “I have been absent. Here is my written excuse.”
Hey, nice to have you back. I think you and I are in similar head space. If you wanna spill, you know where I am.