It’s been a while, a long while, since I’ve been in this space. I’m not sure that it has been a deliberate absence– there have been many times when I have wanted to be here but the thought and desire hasn’t actually converted into action. This place is my rest and my relief – it’s not meant to be an effort to land here and stay a while.
Other things in my life have felt overloaded with effort. Heavy and tough. At the end of a seemingly endless day mindless TV, chocolate and tea beckon – not more thinking and processing.
But I’m here now. Why now? Who the hell knows but it feels like it is definitely time to reconnect and “write it out”!
The world has kept turning while A Wondering Life has been resting, sometimes in unexpected and ugly, violent ways. In my life, and in the bigger picture, things are taking place that I have no control over, no say in which way they will go, the ultimate outcome beyond me. Powerlessness overtakes me at times, fear and sadness interspersed with moments of utter joy and pride as my Sweet Pea grows and asserts herself as a force to be reckoned with.
And with all of this I keep breathing. Gratefully, hopefully – breathing. Ingrid Michaelson sings it beautifully if, like me, you need this mantra in your life right now…