Perhaps it’s the heat, perhaps it’s age. Perhaps it’s a need for a period of quiet contemplation. Whatever the reason, I feel a need to stop worrying about the world for a while, to trust that existence has its own intrinsic direction of which I am a part but for which I am not wholly responsible.
I increasingly find myself reluctant to blog right now. I’ve wondered if I should give it up altogether, but every time I consider it, a sense of loss overwhelms me. Writing is how I think and how I communicate, and blogging has become a way of staying in contact with the human community so essential to a fulfilled life.
But I need to stop talking out loud so often right now.
I might even learn something if I listen a little more.