It’s been thirty-seven days since I’ve sat here, fingers poised over the keys. How strange. I can remember times when I wrote in Bruce’s Blog virtually every day for months. I developed a trust that words would come each time, that there’d be something helpful to say, at least helpful to a few folks. That was then. This is now.
It feels like my life is changing fast. I feel teaching coming back, teaching about we humans being together. I feel some things fading away … golf for instance. I still love the beauty of Tarandowah, a nearby gem of eighteen holes, but I no longer care about the swing and the score.
So where does writing show up in the swirl of today? If I sit quietly, writing is right here beside me on the couch. There’s a warmth, a “going towards” it, abiding with a friend. I don’t know why I’ve been silent for so long, and actually I’m not even interested in knowing.
There’s no momentum right now in having 300 words make a difference on WordPress and Facebook. Logically, it’s hard to restart after standing still for weeks. Or … maybe that’s not true, since 201 words have come and gone.
What if I tap away every day for the next week and see how that feels? Good idea, Bruce. I’ll do that. See you tomorrow.