It's time.
/There's a time for everything don't you think?
There's a time to pull back, and to withdraw; to regroup, refocus, and gather strength.
There's a time to sit in quiet examination of yourself, to learn how to be alone, and see how possible it is to love hanging out with you.
There's a time to narrow your circle and to be choosy about how you spend your energy. There's a time when it feels more honoring to the whole entire world if you just keep your mouth shut.
There are times in your life when it feels appropriate not to fear the death of certain parts of yourself, but to willingly accept dormancy knowing that there WILL be a time somewhere in the not-too-distant future when you will feel able to unearth the parts of yourself that were resting.
The last year and a half has been a space of time like that for me. (Then again, I'm an introvert and this comes almost too easily. Just ask my kids who know where to find me at the end of most days. Alone, in the bath.) As natural and as necessary as it is for me to quietly process thoughts and events... It has, for the most part been a very conscious choice for me to be absent from this space.
If I were to give each year some descriptive words in hindsight, here's how that would go:
2012- Recognizing
2013- Re-prioritizing
2014- Restructuring
2015- Retreating
and looking forward to 2016? REBIRTH or RECLAIMING
I'm ready to start writing again, and I feel really excited about that. Thanks for being gentle with me all the while. Happy New Year and Good Morning if you're just "waking up".