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 |   Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| I started this blog in September of last year. I wrote five blog entries that month. The next month I wrote just one. And one in November. Then blog silence ensued throughout a long winter and lasted right through spring. This didn’t happen with just the blog, the same was true of my portfolio - it didn’t grow for many months. There were no poems, no contest entries, nothing. To all appearances, I was idle, slothful, aloof from the WdC Community. The truth is that life sometimes steps in and hands us a new job. It was last year that a family member desperately needed to leave a living situation and find a new one on her own. But that takes time, and so she moved in with me. For a time, she occupied the couch and had no quiet place of her own to go to. Neither did I. Some people cannot spend a day surfing the internet or engaging in a hobby. Some with poor hearing and foggy vision cannot even spend the day watching television. And so, they require large amounts of face-to-face social contact. I was the provider of this social contact. I tried at first to keep up writing here and there, and eventually we were able to provide a bed and a more private space and then later, she found a place of her own. But I had missed out on months of writing and building my portfolio. I kept up my membership so I wouldn’t lose anything in my portfolio and also because I liked to hope that I might yet return to daily writing. Well, I am here to report that yes, I am idle and slothful, but I am also managing some daily writing. So, I guess that I have to wipe the last several months off my calendar - never happened. Today is a new day, or at least, it’s not over yet. But for a new day, it sure came with a lot of wrinkles. |
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