I have no valid reason that I've ignored this blog. I'm doing okay in this our third abode in four months. I like it really and the poetry has been flowing. I'm more than happy with my writing group which has finally clicked into place - gotten some fresh blood and become an active force for good in my writing at least. Bright Angel is coming along, albeit slower than I would like. So why the silence?
There is something adrift in me I suppose. I'm doing my sitting meditation but not as fervently as in the last few years. I'm trying to get to the gym a few times a week but haven't since my trip to Ottawa. I'm doing great with the poetry but that may be because I am going to the classes and will do what I'm told in that sort of situation - in other words it is not my discipline but an external one.
I think perhaps the move took way more out of me than I thought it would. We should be back into our old and unloved house in the New Year but I don't care. I like it here and don't even miss my bits and bobs in storage (well my gloves might be nice). I'm drifty. I'm aimless. I just feel uncentered. So I will leave it at that - tell all of you who do drop by occasionally that I will be back later. I'm still here - just not sure where here is.
Here's a photo: it is of an art piece floating above the Byward Market in Ottawa. You could pretend that is me waving some garlic at you. Yes.