Monday, August 31, 2015

Wassup?


In  between the time of my last blog post and this one, I could've birthed a baby. A preemie, mind you, but a healthy one. So wassup with me? Where have I been?

Lot's is up, and I've been lots of places. Mostly, my attention's focused on family: my kids, my husband, the animals (one deaf cat, bunny, three mice, and two betta fish). My son is in private school in Utah, which is mighty far from Baltimore. He's doing well; it seems a good dose of maturity kicked in on his 16th birthday. Ditto with my daughter, three years younger. Dear husband will get his extra dose of maturity later this week, when he turns a year older.

This year, I've pushed envelopes: I've zip lined down mountains, surfed in a man-made wave machine, sewn two handbags, and even ridden a horse. I have hugged the huge pine that Georgia O'Keefe once rested under, her face to the sky. I've hiked into wind caves and swum in icy mountain lakes. On the emotional and spiritual sides, even more envelopes pushed. All have served to make me more whole and more grounded.

And I have learned to say no.

Travel? Mostly due to family and work--and my writing. For work, I've traveled locally, to Washington DC and the Chesapeake Bay. For family, I've visited Mom in North Carolina and Mom-in-Law in Massachusetts. As a family, we've traveled to Utah twice, and I'm heading out again for a third trip. I spent a long weekend in a hobbit cabin with my daughter and her friend in deep Creek, Maryland, where we wrote, swam, and ate. And I spent a week writing in Taos, one of my spiritual homes, with a dear friend.

But the best journeying I've done in my head and with my hand, helping my characters continue to fumble through their lives. I am writing again, and revising; I've suffered not from writer's block but more a paralysis of the soul. For I have written, but in my personal journal, stuff I'll never share (though it make permute into my stories and poems eventually) because it is too raw.

I'm back on facebook. Back on twitter. Find me. there or here. Tell me what's new with you. I have missed you.

Peace...

10 comments:

  1. I completely understand the paralysis of the soul, and how it can stop creativity in its tracks. I'm very glad to hear you are coming back from it. I wish all the best for you and yours.
    ~jon

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    1. Thank you, Jon. I know you've had your own little row to hoe--life, funny how it doesn't stop coming at you. Peace...

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  2. Yes! You're back! And you sound like Wonder Woman! Hiking caves and such? Impressed!

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    1. No Wonder Woman here. Been very humbled this past year. Just learning to pace myself and understand how to engage all of me. It's been fun, though--in a painful sort of way! Peace...

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  3. Busy lady. All that outdoor stuff is good for the soul.

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    1. Yep, it is... and now it's time to get thee to the gym, another pushing the envelope thingy I've recently developed. Peace...

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  4. You have been missed. I am so very glad to see you back and hope that you have found a creative equlibrium.

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    1. EC, I've missed you, too, and need to hop over to your blog and check out the birds. Every day's a challenge re equilibrium. All good. Peace...

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  5. And, Peace to you after your travels this past year. Glad you've found enough space to write your blog.

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    1. Hey, fellow traveler... I was happy to find the 20 minutes this morning to blog. Felt like a different kind of exercise. Miss you, friend. Peace...

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