From August 4 till August 13, I was at a silent meditation retreat in the United States.  When I left Barre, Massachusetts, I had no interest in writing.  Something had changed.

I wrote one more post, and since then … silence.

Until this morning.

I’ve written 2,289 posts on WordPress/Jetpack and Facebook over the last eleven years.  And now … perhaps I have nothing left to say.

But I don’t think that’s true.

It’s a mystery why I picked up my phone a few minutes ago and started tapping.  There were no thoughts, such as “You really should do this” or “Some people miss your writing.”  The body knew it was time.

At one point last year I wrote for 120 days in a row.  And now I essentially haven’t written for a month.  Ahh … the rhythms of life.

I’m very loose after the meditation retreat.  There are spaces everywhere, such as in my body.  Life feels slow, like a slow-motion dance.  If there’s a destination, I know it not.

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Hmm.  I wrote.  How ’bout that