Hello Friends!
It's been near forever since I have written anything here. I confess that MySpace is the culprit; I have been doing most of my blogging there. I guess you could say I've had MySpace fever for a while; being a bit behind everyone else, I decided to finally try it, and well...it got a little consuming. Maybe my new post here is a sign that the temporary "mania" has passed; don't get me wrong I think MySpace is great - I finally "get" it, so to speak.
I asked my younger sister and brother about MySpace and was surprised to receive a somewhat lukewarm response from both of them, apparently they have moved on to Facebook. Oh well, I am happy to keep up with them at all; if I'm in the ballpark that's good enough for me.
Okay, let me try now to catch up on the past wow - ten months? Has it been that long? Well, I had a great few months making headway on my book - which was fantastic, however, I hit a huge snag personally that diverted my attention so completely I have yet to recover it, and of course, the writing has suffered. Generous relatives in Canada have offered up their remote cabin in the hope that I might consider burrowing in (an opportunity to be the mad writing scientist!) and get the darn thing finished! My Aunt has emphatically argued that I do not need much contact with anyone, she has even suggested no phone or internet etc., a horrifying concept for this dug in city dweller, however I now have so much research it is fairly ridiculous, and I do just need to get down to the writing. My problem? I am addicted to the creature comforts and the near steady stream of contact with friends etc. !!!!
I have been back to Cincinnati twice, once for a family reunion, and again just recently to re-connect with long lost friends (dating back twenty years, as a matter of fact). I keep feeling like I am in transition which is increasingly frustrating; always en route, but never arriving. It requires an art of practiced indifference to remain so transient, and I find that I have, for the most part, lost it; I am unable to "go with the flow" as I once did and I freely admit it, I want to settle, I want to nest and look happily around able to finally say, "this is my home". However, my life experience tells me that my path is usually unexpected, and so somehow I doubt very much I will live this tranquil life I dream of, instead it is easier to
imagine something outrageous and uncomfortable; something that tests me to the core while stretching me to the limit, hmmm... sounds suspiciously like a remote log cabin located in an equally remote region.
I am feeling corraled by life's no's and yesses, the unforeseen hand that moves me somewhere different; somewhere I would not choose to go voluntarily if it were not for life's extremes which have made my world smaller, though richer. Wherever I do end up, I will take what has been built with me, that is to say the foundation of who I am, what else do we
transient travellers have?
And so I am aware that in this blog I have stayed away from most of the details - no names, no specifics; however I do hope that the general overview gives you some idea that I have been busier than usual for me, and that if I test which way the wind is blowing, I want to say that it is definitely moving me somewhere different, and it will only be a short matter of time before the change is here; I feel ready and yet not ready, a waaay "out of my comfort zone" contradiction that keeps me on the edge of my seat...wondering what in the world is going to happen next!
