Dear Blog –
Timing is everything. There’s either never enough or I’m doing too much. There are times when I don’t think I’ve done what I could or even come close to having drilled deep enough. Deadlines and commitments…so much of what defines being a grown-up has to do with Time.
We time race horses, swimmers and game show contestants. We are impatient when our network connections, you guessed it, time-out. We tell ourselves we can make Time. Similarly absurd, we think we can save time with shortcuts. We fool Time by changing our clocks twice a year. But voices of others, far wiser than I, are the ones who assure me that Time waits for no man while confirming there is no Time like the Present.
But I know you Blog. I pound away at your weekly demands. I spend the Time. I know when I haven’t quite found the right handle for the Truth. I know when I’m running out of You. Would I keep pen and paper in my coat pocket if I didn’t know You were as likely to thunderbolt me with a single short thought when I’m stuck standing in the check-out line at the grocery as you are to interrupt me when I’m trying to quiet myself in the morning before the day starts? So it’s true. I never know when you’re going to show up, but when you do? I know that it’s You.
But you know me too. You know I have to write. You are gracious in letting me run. I love letting an idea take flight, howling as I hold on tight for the trip. Being able to pour out and into your pages brings me sanity and balance in ways little else can. I’m grateful for how we work together.
But this is more than just you Blog. You know how much I have to be thankful for…there is scarcely a day that goes by when I don’t find cause to be grateful for something or another. My antennae never used to be that good. You helped me do that.
So with much in my favor, I’m taking the hint. I get it. It’s time for some time off. I’ll check in with You while I’m away, but I accept it. I hear you. It’s time to regroup, rejoice and rediscover the roots of what really matters. Granted, it’s not a bad way to spend the month of October, but I really thought I should write and let you know what was going on.
And Dear Reader, you are part of this too.
You get a well-deserved break from my obtuse and goofy struggles to make sense on the page. Please know, that I know, the trip thus far would not have been the same without you. Thankful for your decision to bring me up on your screen, I’m so looking forward to renewing my run with you in November. There’s still a lot to do. I also know how much there is still to know. There is so much I still don’t get.
But this one thing I do know more than I’ve ever known it. There is no force on the Planet as powerful as Love. It may sound corny to say it, but it feels good to flex it. I see when it lands. It’s so right to be receiving it. I wish nothing less than for your unique version of the same to wash over you while I’m gone. Travel well.
Time to go.
Dag Hammarskjöld. Not exactly a household name, but he’s intrigued me for a long time for a wide variety of reasons.
His book, Markings, was one of the first serious books I ever bought for myself. President John F. Kennedy called Hammarskjöld “the greatest statesman of our century.”
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Banner Coastal Redwood Forest by Eric E Photography is used with permission.
Source Base Photo for opening graphic (1306-Mountain-03-1024×575) by http://tudorverde.com/; Lost Time. by Vanleith Digital Art / Photomanipulation / Surreal©2011-2014 Vanleith. Says the artist, “This is one of my oldest works (26/07/2010.), but actually, is my personal all-time favorite. I hope you like it, ’cause it means a lot to me :)” I do like. Well done.