It’s been a while. Okay, it’s been a long while since I’ve blogged. Seems I hardly got started before I was missing-in-action. Maybe you’ve had those seasons of Life yourself?
Here’s the clincher: I’m not sure where I’ve been.
I’m wondering if I was MIA or ME (Me Exploring) or if it even matters. Still, a vague something about the months-long process seems significant. I’m continuing to process what the “something” is.
There’s been action: major house repairs/remodeling with one change birthing another, health concerns in the family, storm damage, death in the family and the changes that grief brings. I’m going to call that messy mix LIFE, in all caps.
Still, when I step back, the action is less significant than the internal exploration that followed the intensity of change, especially the uninvited change. I’ve been hurled into the melee that I think of as relationship realignment. It’s what happens when what slams one person ripples throughout the system.
Ripples. That fits if I allow the ripples to fluctuate into waves and the occasional tsunami. It’s the need to create meaning within my Life changes that’s had me riding the ripples into the coves and inlets of roles I’ve played with before but not dived into.
A poetry group I’ve been a part of for a couple of years now has a larger place in my Life. Hearing the perspectives of others, as we explore the human experience together, has given me welcome connections and new community.
With these folks, I’m creating meaning for these moments. For NOW.
Here’s a recent poem:
She came across the journal,
College-ruled and bound in black and white.
Hardly used, it ended,
Bluntly with unexpected words:
“Maybe I shouldn’t have called,
But if I hadn’t
I’d have never heard
The tone of his blindness
Morph into fatal words.
I tasted the bitterness of his anger,
But I did not swallow.”
As she was set on forcing the blind to see
She came across the journal again,
Not at all by chance.