The blog is back . . . for now

"'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'to talk of many things; 

of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax -- of cabbages -- 

and Kings -- of why the sea is boiling hot -- and whether 

pigs have wings.'" (Lewis Carroll in The Walrus and the Carpenter)

What I say may be as random and confusing as the words of the 

walrus, but the time has come to write. It has been a while. Life 

became busy with good (and some tough) things in the past few 

months and I did not take the time. The time to sit. And think. And 

write. 

Recently I was able to have a day of reflection. In Venice of all 

places! (I'm a lucky girl.) It turns out that I have been ignoring 

my own voice. Not listening to those internal signals telling me

to stop and think and rest. To take time alone. To step out of the

chaos of normal life and think about the meaning of life. About 

what is good. About what should change. 

This is a transition time right now, and maybe that is why I am 

ruminating so greatly. In any case it is time to write. To help me 

remember that voice inside and give it room to grow. 

For quite some time I have thought of my voice as icky (both 

the internal and what everyone else hears), and that I have 

nothing to say worth hearing. Perhaps nothing here will 

amaze or astound the masses. That's ok, it is time to write 

anyway. To prove to myself that I CAN speak.

More to come.