Many of the reasons are valid, some are not, but the point is that I haven't written much in the past 5 months. Life has a way of dancing, and I seem to forget the steps from time to time.
Things have happened in the past 5 months.
Some of the things that have happened:
- My father passed away.
- My daughter had her complete cycle around the moon and is now almost 14 months old.
- I've been in the studio and recorded a brand new CD.
My head is full of chaos. I need to slow down, breathe, and figure out the dance moves that Life and the Universe are showing me so I can flow with them rather than stumble awkwardly, or fall down.
I don't like falling down. Some people are graceful and fall like a dancer or an acrobat. Some people are NOT graceful and fall like a wounded rhinoceros with a 4th testicle and a mouth full of bees. I am not particularly graceful. I know I will fall here and there, and hopefully it wouldn't be with a mouth full of bees or handfulls of testicles. I know I can learn from my spills, no matter how painful. I think what I'm saying is that falling down seems necessary to self-evolution.
"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something" (Wesley, The Princess Bride)
If we don't fall down and hurt that 4th testicle, how will we learn how to juggle them? If we don't fall down with a mouth full of bees, how will we learn to open our mouths at the right time and let them go? The process of falling is painful, I don't think there's any denying that. How do we pick ourselves up? What do we learn from our falls and spills? How can we move forward after that mis-step on the runway where we end up ass-over-teacups, and our nether's out there for the world to see.
I've fallen. I've hurt myself. I've not been truthful. I've swallowed my mouthful of bees. Life is pain, but life can be more than that. Life can be rainbows, pretty felted shoes and sleigh bells. Life can be trolls and faeries getting along. Life can be as simple as a hug and kiss from a child, or a delicious glass of iced coffee on a hot summer afternoon.
Forgive me, my friends, for I've not written in almost 5 months. I'm going to stand up now. Want to join me for the ride?