After a long - very long - absence.
Where have I been?
Home. In my little safe place for one.
Knitting. Crocheting. Reading. Watching DVDs. Playing WebSudoku. Lots and lots of websudoku.
Sleeping. Lots of naps due to increased fatigue.
Out and about. Here and there.
Roaming the nieghbourhood as I'm able.
Taking rides here and there with hubby.
Taking pictures - lots of pictures. (Is the pope Catholic?)
Sometimes camera in hand. Sometimes not.
Living life events: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, festivals ....
Living life. The life that's left to me.
Or should I say the new life I'm in the process of creating for myself.
I've been doing everything, it seems, except writing.
Writing is work. It takes energy. Which ebbs and flows - seemingly at will. Unpredictable at best. Debilitating at worst.
Processing. Processing. Processing.
Which takes up energy as well. Which is in short supply.
Yet there comes a time, to shake off the lethargy and the sadness and tap finger to keyboard to see what, if anything, comes out.
So today, I take the plunge once again.
This may not be the blog posting you've come here to read. Or come to expect. But how does one take up the keyboard after months of not only absence, but months of hard work and processing? After months of intervening experiences - some good; some bad - and life.
I look at life similar to the way I look at a river - continually ebbing and flowing, always the same in some ways, always changing and different in other ways. Depending on the weather conditions, time of day, lighting, etc.
Life on the road to recovery is similar to that river. Always there. But always ebbing and flowing depending on what is going on at any given time. Constant; yet constantly changing.
So here I am again.
More on the road to recovery in later posts....