Just eight days shy of three years ago I opened this space with my first post. It was raining in July and that hardly ever happens in Oakland, California. I took it as a sign.
Today, once my newly 4 year-old son finally gave into falling asleep for his nap, I stepped out onto the porch to grab something and realized that once again water is falling from the sky in July. I took it as a sign; time to return to this space for a little check in. Just because (to borrow my child’s most common justification).
I haven’t been here much because the personal work that I’ve been doing is of a new sort and requires that I shut down many of the tendencies that would bring me to write it out. The ambition that drove me for so long has been almost completely dissolved. The mechanical impulse to intellectualize everything that happens to me has been significantly quieted. I am now a seeker of contentment above all else. And, for perhaps the first time in my adult life, I believe that it is within my grasp and I actually experience it (dare I say?) frequently.
A few things of note led to my new approach.
1. A major health crisis in two stages which was clearly a result of my work style.
2. Reading of the book that every woman in western society owes it to herself and the world to read – Yes, I’m serious ladies.
I do not know what the future brings for my writing hobby. I only know that I’ve enjoyed having this space and I’m not ready to close it up even though I haven’t been here much. I do know that I have a renewed appreciation for magic and all her machination thanks to my personal priority shift. For now, that and some long neglected craft projects are enough to keep my days more than full.