As much as I like the narrative here at four rooms to unfold logically, one slate stepping stone of thought and event leading to another and another, paving a chronology that makes sense no matter where in the thicket you happen to meet it, it hasn't been like that lately.
I'm happiest here (even when things get introspective) when I'm in a relaxed, dreamy state of heart that, while not elusive, has channeled itself into other activities of late.
It's hard to fill in the gaps as time away from the blog widens and there is a kind of pressure to explain and I wonder again if maybe I've reached the end of my blogging journey, and maybe I will, soon, but not yet. I have to remind myself there is no hurry, no necessity to decide anything, it is only a blog after all (and yet, I know some of you will completely understand this).
This is familiar territory. And like before (and like again, as I'm sure there will be an again) I trust that those who want to be here will tolerate my chipped and crooked path.
Here's what I know for sure at this moment: a single 3 1/2 pound Siamese kitten named Gus, in combination with a scrunched up piece of notebook paper, can entertain two forty-year-old adults and one 16 pound orange cat named Harvey for more time than I really care to cop to here. As entertainment value, it's cheaper than cable, and cuter. By far.
There! The pressure lifts and here we are blogging again. Just like that.
6 comments:
adorable!
thats all to familiar, to feel the pressure to blog and guilty when you dont, and to explain. I love your blog and your thoughts and I will always be here when you are, no pressure
Just blog when you feel like it. We will be here to read, whenever!
And....
love love love your new baby!
Entertainment indeed!
well, of course. that silly pressure. i feel it constantly. i feel i don't keep up with people, both in reading and writing, and then, yes, indeed, i remember real life. sometimes it gets in the way, but sometimes it IS the way. that's what the path is made of. you get to rest along the path. you get to play, you get to stop and smooch a while. (i will always eventually catch up to you.)
xoxo
That's some of the best entertainment, and without commercial breaks!It's like watching fish swim in a aquarium, or birds in the backyard. It's time to just be. I think you should blog whenever you feel like it. I hope it's not a door you will close completely, that words and art will float through the crack from time to time.
i so so so understand!
I'm loving Gus, and of course old Harvey the bruiser.
We do what we can. Me, I just called my family and said I don't have the strength to make the drive for turkey day. so, I'll attempt to make my second turkey in my entire 58 years for hubby and me. If it sucks, so be it. at least I'm home!
((♥))
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