Sabbatical

My blog is many things; confidante, walk-in closet, workroom, cheerleader, podium.

One thing it is not? Consistent. Because life isn’t consistent. All of the stories that are not mine faded away when I acknowledged consistency isn't my purpose here. It left the story that is mine standing at the forefront. Crisp & clear.

So, where have I been? I’ve been teaching, traveling, running, kickboxing, visiting, saving. I’ve been on sabbatical from translating my life to make space for my life’s transformations.

Of course, translation & transformation can be in the same room together. They’re good friends who have established healthy boundaries. They know one another’s drink order & hobbies. When one needs solitude the other is ready to gather. Translation & transformation leave space for each other because they’ve learned together they make one whole.

I am not twitchy about these necessary shifts as I was in my early years of writing. I feared these gaps of not writing would make me irrelevant. All of this work would be meaningless & I, too, with it.

But the gaps are where all the juicy nourishment lives. It is in the unspoken, unseen, & undocumented where the sweetness lies for the writer, for the reader to eventually enjoy.

May I remember in the chaotic storm that is creation & inspiration — it is the gaps where we are reborn.