It’s been twenty-four days since I’ve done WordPress clicks. Not so long ago, I faced a similar, if shorter, dilemma. I just didn’t want to write. I’m tempted now to look back and see what I expressed last time, and not to repeat myself. But that would be silly. I’ll just say what’s true in the moment.
I’ve been busy doing this and doing that, going here and going there, watching electricians, plumbers and bricklayers doing their thing. But none of that is an excuse. And I really don’t need an excuse. I’ve simply done what I’ve done. My small brain says that it’s better to write but a larger perspective allows all of life to unfold.
I’ve had nothing to say. And in the times when that’s not been true, I haven’t had the oomph to say it. Both are beyond the realms of good and bad, I feel.
I’d like to write that today’s post marks a resurgence in Bruce’s interest in communicating online, that I’ll return immediately to my rhythm of blogging about every two days out of three. But that would be dishonest. I simply don’t know what will draw me tomorrow.
I’ve just spent five days in the heat of Chicago, and four more of the same in Toronto. The first was a marvelous experience of women’s golf – the top eight countries in the world and the top four players from each one, battling in head-to-head duels. Then it was men’s tennis – some fierce matches between top echelon players. Stunning moments in both locales, worthy of writing about. I found, though, that all was coloured by the humidity … some physical and much emotional. And so no words passed these fingers.
Enough for today. Maybe more in days to come.