Return to Writing

Hi there. It’s been awhile. Is anyone out there?

The last time I wrote here, or even visited this site, was almost three years ago. A lifetime, considering all that has happened since then. I’ve thought about coming back several times but have repeatedly felt that I both have too much and nothing at all to say. Since I last wrote on this blog I have moved cities, bought a house, started a new career path, birthed a child, lost myself in the fog of new parenthood, lived through a pandemic. Nearly everything in my life has changed and so perhaps I should have lots to talk about. But the past three years have largely been filled with listening, learning, grieving, processing, soaking in, metamorphosis.

As I think about returning to writing for an audience - however large or small that may be - I have simultaneous feelings of not having anything new or meaningful to add to the cacophony of voices on the internet, and also that my presence here matters. As my friend Matt Rowe would say: I gently hold them both. And in coming back to this site after many months away, I have found a lot of writing that I am proud of and a digital legacy that I would not want to be lost. So, here I am. I make no promises about how often I write or how interesting. After all I write because I enjoy it - the feel of the keys clicking under my fingers, the crafting of thoughts and sentences, the low lamp light and hot tea, the poetry of it all. If someone out there also happens to find something good in it, all the better.

Life Well Lived