Silence

Silence.

That’s what you’ve heard from me via my blog over the past few months. The crickets have chirped, the sun and moon have risen and set many times. And my voice on the cyber pages of my blog has been silent.

This actually hadn’t been my intention or purpose. As the days passed and I sat before my keyboard, I was … blank. At first I attributed to writers’ block. The longer it persisted, the more frustrated I became. I wrote a handful of posts, having only scrapped them the next day or two because they didn’t feel right. I didn’t know what I wanted to say. And if I did, I didn’t know how.

This was definitely a first for me. I was troubled, having thought I lost my mojo for writing. How sad. I bemoaned my slump to some friends and family. And still… silence on that "new post" space of my page.

So where have I been? What’s been going on?

In truth, I’ve spend the past few months backpacking through the mountains of circumstance, transition, and hardship. At times I felt like the desert places in my life left me too parched to speak. Other times I was so busy, trying to stay focused and move with all the changes that it was all I could do to hang on tight to my every day and not let go. So much has happened in the past few months I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Suffice it to say, there was some laughing, a lot of crying, and a lot of moving around.

I had hoped that all my life experiences would have served as a catalyst for insightful and humorous posts. Or at least some commiseration for those treading through similar life experiences.

Instead there was silence. Silence and waiting. Waiting for that moment where I got inspired to write that “perfect post" but it never came. Not even inspiration for a decent post (with the exception of the previous three I wrote during this phase).

But…somehow… I finally feel awake. The transition period in my life has stopped. I have “arrived” to a new, steadier place in my life, where I can stop, sit, breathe, and write!