I've not written here in much too long. I have missed telling stories, whether or not they are read by others. I have missed sharing, making a recorded place marker in my own history.
I want to find warmth in a bonfire and a glass of red wine. To wrap myself up in a soft blanket and cover my arms with a fleece hoodie in the glow of that fire. I am yearning for shorter days and the chill in the night air to chase away the humidity that I am weary to breathe one more day.
This year has passed by too quickly, which seems that is what life brings us as we grow another year older. We've welcomed a son-in-law and a new grandson this year and were blessed to return for visits with our family in California. I've grown friendships and deepened my walk with God. It's been a good year, not without a share of disappointments and sadness too, but I choose to look at all the good in our life. There is a lot of good.
We are blessed. Bruce began to search for his biological family, early in 2018 and closed the loop meeting his two sisters on his mother's side and, soon we are meeting his brother on his father's side.
We have made a lifestyle change in the way we eat. I have returned to Bulletproof and Bruce has adopted a Ketogenic diet to improve his health. Both of these are very similar and he is moving toward 100% Bulletproof with me. Adding physical exercise has also begun to be a priority for us again. It feels good to have each other in our team efforts and support each other toward good health. We are feeling and seeing the positive effects of this focused effort.
I have made a commitment to invest in daily writing. I have neglected this part of me for too long (again). I will make it part of my self-care routine--which I am learning the importance of lately. I have carved out time for more time with God in the Bible and study and my writing needs to be moved up in my priorities.
I am reading more this year, since beginning a book club with some friends. I have discovered that I am picking up other books off my bookshelves too, in addition to my book club read. That is helping with my writing endeavors too. My ideas are churning again. I no longer feel creatively stagnant. I can feel the push to write what is bursting to be told.
So, as I look forward to the season of Fall and search for a hint of her arrival, I will begin to also celebrate this season with gratefulness. Taking each day and counting the good and savoring each moment for what it brings me. I will take more pictures and write more stories. I will take care of my soul and nurture my writing and artistic side.
I will not be a void. I will not be absent.
